When reptiles come out,
From the mind's hole,
And sit on the head,
Like burning smoking coal,
Burning; red flaming society,
With venom hiss,
Maketh devil to hate,
And disgust to love and kiss, ,
O Anger! Thou art inferno flame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem that really touches the soul. If anger could always be translated into love and kiss, the devil could not survive at all. He could be condemned to eternal inferno! ! !