Let others say whatever they wish;
Why didn't you say 'Love is not a sin'?
Why didn't you say standing for a while in the court of love.
'He who loves becomes a killer, a fire, a storm, a tidal surge;
If you afford the power, either kill him or exile
But never call him a sinner'?

Could Abel love you more than I, Aclima?
Was Abel more manly, more war-loving,
More love-mongering?
Was Abel more destitute to the world of love
Than I?

It is I who for you stroke his brother's head into pieces
Like a glass broken at a single blow.
With the ceaseless rain of blood,
I made the cornfield stained and damp.
And only for you, Aclima,
I invited the brutal murderous Death
To the eternal din of life.

What is my fault, tell, --
Why did you get so lucrative
Like the alluring grapes?
Why did you get so irresistibly delicious
Like the colorful mangoes ripe to the core?
Why did you start heating the fry-pan of my youth
By smearing the fire of beauty on your lips, cheeks and eyes
And start baking the bread of my heart?

For your sake, I ventured to disobey
The Lord of darkness and light;
Yet how strangely you rejected me
By calling me heartless!
For your sake, I rudely invented
The festival of killing on earth;
Still how surprisingly you flung me
into the dustbin of despair!

Aclima, is love then a sin?
Is love a fruit of the Forbidden Tree?