Kindly I agree that she used to be innocent,
Rose-like her behaviour used to be scented,
In the ******, she deserted my ship,
Puncturing holes in the old floor as she left,
I** was then looking in the air for a support...

I am not aware why this bitterness lingers,
Senseless memories do not fade away easy.

Hear my plea, O Isis, send your best warrior,
End this search of mine that Aphrodite couldn't,
Rise I will then like the morning bloodshot sun.