Arriving at this juncture between thought and action
curious decisions are rife to be made;
Lady, loquacious in your speech, with dual impact
your liberty of voice bares both novelty and pain,
beseeched as your front, 'Battlefield Genius, '
then dismissed as the lover who lords about your throne.
Regardless of my own undistinguished talents
that I have dutifully and faithfully applied
or what sufferings of fate I must condone
you are my Queen and will be such till I die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem