Aphrodite, goddess of love,
Rose from sea foam as a white rose.
Young Adonis was lover of
Aphrodite, mortal she chose.
Searching for Adonis one day,
Aphrodite was told that he
Had gone off hunting wild boar prey.
She hurried to where he would be,
But was too late, a wild boar had
Gored Adonis who wounded lie.
This made Aphrodite so sad.
She held him close as he did die.
Holding the blood Adonis shed,
Aphrodite, white rose turned red.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem