1. Your passion inflamed, your cup overflowing,
Give your father wine, lie with him unknowing,

2. No longer on your lips the taste of milk
That nourished your infancy, all forsaking,

3. Arise, enter in, O daughter of Lot's kin,
Your father's bed awaits, his lust unslaking,

4. If to its source your crimson blood returns
Like streams that to their springs are backward making,

5. Heed not your Lord's retribution, 'tis but
Sparks from your fiery lust to you outbreaking,

6. Within your fevered breast sulfuric ore
When lusts play with will ribs detonating,

7. On each your ribs a pendant hangs displayed
On the necklace of youthful lusts partaking,

8. O Sodom risen from the flames of shame
With lusts through every age re-awaking,

9. On each wave of your flames a custom lies
Drunken, broken, on new wine ever saking,

10. The past led me back to you, and lit
My heart, my lids, with vision sorrowing,

11. Beyond the flames, gardens I witnessed, flowers
Blooming in every season, joy outpaking,

12. Wafting enchantment from Paradise,
And heavens above their sweetness down-shaking,

13. Verdant, pure, their saplings so it seemed
As Eden in its chastity remaking,

14. As if Adam's remorse breathed paradise
And Eve's prayers this fertility were slaking,

15. I saw the meadows' nurses nurturing
With buds like Children in their bosoms taking,

16. And the soft dawns upon the grasses strewing
Seeds for the feathered choirs their rest forsaking,

17. I saw houris in cups of lilies white
With the milk of heaven nourished, pure partaking,

18. The gentle breeze their breasts blew open, smiled,
A haughty rose above them undertaking,

19. What has Sodom done, where are the charms
That once her cheeks and brows were overtaking?

20. How has your growing milk to poison turned
In the wine-cups of vice raised high partaking?

21. Your wine dissolves to make hearts captive, not
Pure, but so souls may deeply of it slaking,

22. The hissing snakes' venom your drink's become
That every heart may sip and pierced be breaking,

23. The world is drunk on you Sodom, become but
Throngs on life's road in crazed debauch awaking,

24. You trained the throat of vice and it let loose
Songs from hell played on strings set a quaking,

25. Scarlet melodies the perverse have sung
On your shattered strings jarring notes making,

26. Sodom of this age, you'll not conceal your face
Which, by your mother's, shamefully partaking,

27. When hell's whirlwinds blew, horror was her face,
As horror is your unveiled face's making,

28. The desert of whoredoms birthed your civilization,
Bereft of children, faces horror-shaken,

29. Debauched dens masked in guises of rectitude,
Hypocrisy's rags o'er their sinful ways taking,