What did you see in her,
beauty, grace or combination
of lucrative package?
She is Lucretia!
Take your own road
and choose your own
star shining for you only.
Do you know, how many
travelers lost their way
in the desert of her heart?
You are meek and mild,
just like Blake's Lamb.
Your Shepherd must be
gentle, as cool as Lord.
Leave the way you are
now trotting along
with Lucretia!
What can you get
at the end of your
strenuous sojourn?
Nothing!
You rejoiced a lot,
but the tantalizing
Tantalus won't quench
your thirst for Her!
If one bottle of wine
can't content you,
how can hundred bottles
block your ceaseless thirst?
Confess before your
ultimate master and
bow your head.
He can save you, not she!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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