Oh Muse! endow my verses like the
which in a pliable state, straightens
the choppy motion.
Dear Apollo! enlighten my words like
the hell fire
that light gives, yet a sharp gaze
broils the eggs.
Oh wretched Hydes! weep but one
more time for me
for the constellation bears rain no
Oh Jove! rain the one pacific upon me
for I will to drown myself today.
Ah flora! the color of spring has
for the pompoms bloom ashen
Lovely Aurora! why you withhold
yourself from me?
She's glum with me, why trying you
Eye some Aphrodite! take care of and
preserve the winsomeness.
for the lass* knows no value, it has to
*eggs: eye *****
**lass? my beloved
— The End —