The Mirror Of Soul کے بول

Look but don't touch! Touch but don't taste! Taste but do not swallow! That's what the law of the descendants of Adam says! My Soul is black Like Hell itself. My Hatred is unlimited Like the infinite Universe. My raging roar Crushes brains of hypocrites. My Truth is disgusting, Nobody listens to it. I murdered thousand times, I gave birth thousand times, I scatter Evil in every place, Which is caught by my sight. I have seen everything, I have tasted everything, I miss only one thing To reach the absolute pleasure. How happy I would be to touch you, O, Satan of my Soul.....