Cut not the prey: I pray.
No cut; no scar-My cute!
Love: inevitable perfidy
Cupid's arrow a malady;
Vulture on Prometheus-
Once a handsome Son
Bewails in life as Samson-
I hear in tears of red prize.
A Love's prey prays to rise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To rise! ! Thanks for sharing.