Love and glory
I fell in love with young and lovely ladies
Who offer everything, but making a fair story;
Who shall I choose of two these lovely ladies?
Their names are Love and Glory
Such cute and proud! I’d like to possess
You both; you are so charming, lovely ladies
Responding me you’re burning me with eyes
And I might read: “Don’t mess!”
I come to Love; there’re some rusty swords,
And jealous Glory scares me by raising voice
I’m turning back, I pray, but hear other words
Love shouts: “Who is your choice?”
“I really love you both”, I’m moaning. “No”-
I hear strong reply of both these lovely ladies:
“You’re to take the one to dedicate your glow
Entire life and poetry; no less!”
It is hard to choose. The fate of slaves is
Suicidal act! Here comes solution from above:
You, Glory; let me drink of pure grapevine fizz,
Don’t make it poisonous; oh Love!