Oh, dear friend! Your love is woeful,
And you know it fully well,
That it is not true.
Every time you see her, your heart becomes arrhythmic,
And your eyes spark with joy,
Your face turns into a stupid smile,
Your skin turns pink,
You feel as light as a feather,
And as light as butter,
And you sigh as you see her walk past, feeling utterly euphoric for whatever reason.
But, sir, you are blind to the truth, for you know not what this girl thinks of you;
You can love her all you want, but you will never know what she thinks of her.
Let me tell you, sir, your love is unrequited;
This girl is preposterous and treacherous;
She does not care if someone likes her, and she does not care if someone will give his life,
For as beautiful as she is, she will manipulate you, and will make sure you get hurt.
Stay away, for she is venomous, and will make sure that you suffer;
So do not remain blind to the truth;
Use your senses, and save yourself from Eros' dreadful arrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem