What will i liken you unto?
'Cos thy rule is rigid hitherto.
A lamb or an howling panther?
Nay, they serve not an answer.
Thou will be a-sight,
To an hunter that dwell on the site.
Safely and colorfully girded with bow,
Rotating his head like the wind for a hunting show.
Surrounded also was he by a troop,
Whom by courage prepared him soup.
In them did his fearful courage rely,
Yet to his bow he fear'd to hunting comply.
Thou as well surrounded by divine fruit,
Did fear to sickness shoot.
C.2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So nicely written poem, wonderful.