Ever familiar with the queens,
Most, most, and most hellish things,
Come to me I maketh know,
Difference between lovers and flirtatious row.
Come to me I will slap you tight,
Torture much and make you fight,
With my friend, my inside Devil,
Who can only collapse your flirt's height.
I request to the lovers who ofeth fell,
Better to this they go to hell,
The white true which they can't see,
That's not love's back but only flee!
Lovers are the most foolish things,
Who die many times before the queens!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem