Classic Poem

Do not count me among good people. I know what I am. Do not entertain good thoughts of me. I am a prisoner of my treacherous passions and am full of sin. This is no lie. I know what I am.
I do not tread the path of pride. I repeat this to myself again and again. I am bad and my actions are evil and I know what I am.
If people praise me, O Shirin, I am not transported with joy. Hidden from all eyes, alone by myself, I know what I am.