Filth

Filth.

Neither drizzle that moistens the grass,
Nor rain that wets the ground,
Can cleanse; that lechery will last
Until the cure is found.

Neither sun that brings the light;
Nor rays that light one’s eyes
Can purify and kill the spite;
Since mind has brought the cries.

To extinguish evil, unforgiving,
means to slay one’s breath;
For as long as human’s living,
his heart is longing someone’s death.