Seems Aphrodite lavished you with charms,
While your most loving heart may just suffice,
My Odyssey led home which your love warms,
Where Sirens can not waylay or entice;
As great waves had me shipwrecked like before,
With crests so high, they reach up to the sky
And valleys that expose the ocean floor;
I owe it to the gods; I did not die;
But graver obstacles greet me each day,
Beasts, monsters, and sheer loneliness or storms,
And yet the cause of my greatest dismay
Are ugly souls in beauteous of forms;
......And I now fear your beauty in excess,
......Might it enrage some jealous goddesses.
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I would like to translate this poem