When robust stone reflects on their minds
they get seduced, 
but when love blights their hearts
their loved once persuade them to console
Malevolent, malcontent beaux astonish 
with  a sick scarlet innocent rose to break her
maidenhead....... 
sneering upon those forlon lips
chaste love creates foes
They rupudiate phantom folks
how refarious they are- 
is it true that the hard stone had vanished! 
And the plague is faltering in the veins........                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Sounds like a maxim.Strong words in brevity.Soulful.