Bid my actions folly, if you may, and if it so happens that I am to be judged solely on my folly, are my actions so forth not liable to any degree? I acted rationally and ill-minded, I admit that, but allow me to confide in you on one matter. I am neither the first or last of my actions, for the heart blinds and fools the wisest of us all. Question my actions and so forth judge me, but do not dare question my intention. You were the pretty face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem