When robust stone reflects on their minds
they get seduced,
but when love blights their hearts
their loved once persuade them to console
Malevolent, malcontent beaux astonish
with a sick scarlet innocent rose to break her
maidenhead.......
sneering upon those forlon lips
chaste love creates foes
They rupudiate phantom folks
how refarious they are-
is it true that the hard stone had vanished!
And the plague is faltering in the veins........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like a maxim.Strong words in brevity.Soulful.