Tears rolling off his eyes, sat Apollo
On the long green pinnate palm leaf
Looking at the empty pinna on which hung
His nest and Daphne's, until a few days ago.
His friend Bri came and sat beside him
'Look Aps, I have completed my first nest
And it is occupied by my first fiancée.
I have started work on another one, you see.'
Bri took his hand in his and spoke again
'Stop worrying and start weaving a nest
On the same tree, same pinna, afresh.
I have informed Daphne what happened.
'Though she does seem to believe you,
We shall go back to her when it's ready
And propose her once again, I hope
she understands your love and agrees.
'Or else, we will accept the first female
Who proposes to you; that's what we do.'
Now Aps got really angry, 'I shall have
My Daphne or no one. That's my word.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem