Absolutely naked, to the splashings of Hippospring surrendered
high up on Helikon in the very flaming summer's midday
the goddess did not noticed the accursed
approaching the distance secure for voyerism
not intimidated by the shining divine halo.
The young girls oft ascending the mountain there up
herding their flocks
whose mortal beauty had herself admired much
lined she up in her memory devout.
'The imprudent insulter', her utterance surprised
and as a blitz came out her lips the verdict:
''Henceforth let his pace be led only by the crutch.''
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem