Hovering over the sky, he often replies
to the veracity of wisdom, she, Athena
Cherish the preponderance of love at miles
Apollo retains the luxurious arena
For up tides the cracking craves
to the motion of murals
That eagerly awakes the airwaves
Ah! Athena smooches your heavenly pearls
Sometimes, green adores your heart
and Apollo dances with mirth and March
She, the Starfire encircles the melodious art
An affection, a reflection, Apollo owns the starch
An Easel that holders hold in his lap
and tell-tale the illustration of aesthetic lust
Athena, the guardian, aware of traps
As up heals and deals the intimate thrust
And as all that Athena went down
before nightfall mate
Roll up her furs that immensely round
the peep out over fate
Hails that clasp Apollo's dignity and affinity
Softly, Slightly, Athena retreats from the ravishing realms
over the sea and sky, beyond divinity and infinity
Entirely claims the light and delight of his dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem