May the magnificent gal forgive that bantam faux pas
For she has herself been tutored in atonement for ills;
By example emerging with a victor's crown to prosper
Where captain ill had perched his jealous sways and swills.
Like steep-tilting waters cascading down a slanting roll
So do the moods of true-learned souls fast rise and fall,
At times mis-returning chill where warmth beckons within
And joy outshines the ill-starred city's dueling drama and din.
Like a real incandescent star oozing heat amidst a snowy chill
That loses much of her sizzling passion but ever hot feels still,
So should the shapeliest gal of discerning wits ill feelings surmount
And soar to brighter planes of thought, and foul pasts never recount.
Yet let the loveliest of all gals her vilest sentimental opinions keep;
This errant rhymester shall still unforgiven plead and rejected weep
Till whatsoever galactic element that his star-crossed movings guides
Saves his ever-teetering fortunes, perhaps redeems his faltering strides.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem