Needn’t we Romeo the fortune’s fool admire:
He a hunky boy, she horny nubile - -
The fire that two reckless bodies transpire
Consumes too many lives for them to smile.
For Antony th’ un-Roman no heart’ll pour:
He a debauchee, she debonair asp - -
The scale armor that falls for th’ scaled amour
Forfeits too big a world for them to grasp.
Couldst thou, oh Bard, stop teasing us with love
So fragile under houses or states fateful
That feud, or pride, or ambition wouldst wreck?
All we want is two hearts in a little cove
Decades after decades still so peaceful
Beating one butterfly rhythm on th’ still deck.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem