Poetry Analysis

The poet's pen tells lies, that's how it works in this world, I am also a liar when I constantly praise you! Your smell isn't better than Lebanon's fragrance, Yet I wrote it under the influence of a confused mind! In this world, I never felt love for you, This is a big lie, don't believe it, dear Lord! The poet is a big liar, he tells so many lies, Madness happens under the magic of lies! The poet's lies are serious, spoken in a daze, The beloved supposedly comes to call the poet to the grave!