Bring for me a plate of honey
A decanter of nector, cool and fresh
I shall sacrifice everything by the means of honey
Things of which thou can be absolved
By resorting to them
And neithe of things, of which,
Never provoke jealousy,
Shall not take refuge to the eden of placidity
To avoid my victimization
Hover through foul air
Everything going to be sacrificed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice and meaningful. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks dear Panda. I appreciate your comment.