I have fed you with milk and not with meat.
I am from the land of poems,
Love and peace to you who reads;
We are still carnal and,
Not many wise and noble men are called.
The Yahdaim require a sign and,
The Greeks seek after wisdom;
But this poem is like a Succourer to you.
Owe no man anything,
Except to love one another;
By so doing you will perform the law.
Let your armour of light overcome the works of darkness,
Like their fitting retribution with a reprobate mind.