Two evils fought for their eternal place
Two giant she-spirits in me ran their race
They enmeshed their claws in my head
They forged their swords in my beard
Two evils sought to make me their Cupid
Two giant she-spirits in me battled like stupid
From morning to night; from dusk to dawn
For my every hope for a truce was gone
They inflamed the passion of my heart
And spoke the words, from me, you hear
And bade, each of them, with their last card
These gems and temptations I could not forbear
At last I was to choose as I wished from among the two
“Aha”, I gazed eagerly at both, “I choose you and you.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another great poem. Very well written.