The Maiden

I always said to you: beware the maiden dear! I knew she lures hearts with strengths she can’t forebear. Oh, my presumptuous friend! I knew that in her shade Impossible to seek another pretty maid. And, having lost his hope, forgot of treason’s pleasures, In her vicinity a thoughtful youngster blazes, Pets of great gods and captains of fate’s fleets Bring their love prayers to her charming feet; But all their ardency is scorned by the girl proud – Which, cast down her glance, not sees nor hears around. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver