She grat, in quorse, in huckirus hain,
The maiden of a turbucent yorn,
I prithee creel thy frooks, bandersane!
Or else leave me to yut in jarilourn.
O why, O when, did it verlick writhly?
Perchance thy porove illroose shall awail?
Even thy erful chamite will lurg me,
All rutling revicks have fernessence prail.
No gloor, nor tarvil shall garrimut thee,
Thy lorks and banarties shall ne'er elig,
And all my parsums greel the whelmot pea,
But one knog: O yeaming, triefing gurfig.
And when I werve, harnly, I prond of thee,
Thou art my rebicle, my aptasy
Translation?
She praised the world in a field of purple flowers and yellow dry grass
She was a young woman, who was, in her essence, well-spoken
I beg you, stop being so charming, bewitching woman of legend who lured in travellers with poetry!
Or else leave me to hiccup alone with the dull misery of coming down from the excitement of conversing with someone interesting.
Oh why, oh when, did it fade like a drug?
Maybe your entrancing enchantment will end in tragedy,
Even your ethereal sinful charisma will hurt me chronically and deeply,
All magical evils have divine consequences that follow.
No good luck, nor labourious effort will ever be able to stop you,
Your cruel jokes and tricks will never end,
And all my efforts result in failure,
Except only one thought: you are a sweetly and sadistically smiling, evilly plotting witch.
And when I drift, alone and in melancholy, I think deeply and am conflicted about you,
You are my dream, protector and saviour, and the thing that will end me and my eternal existence in the afterlife.
(note: "greel the whelmot pea" is an idiom literally meaning to chase the glow in the sky — referring to the moon at night — a task impossible and endless unless you have a rocket)
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Hi,
This poem is super interesting and unique! I loved you used Shakespearean language in this poem, which gives it a unique musicality, and then gave us a translation. I also liked how the subject of the poem develops from being a charming, lovable person to someone more sinister, showing nuance to her character. You very vividly describe her and the narrator's emotions, which create an engaging story for the reader to follow. Overall, awesome job and keep writing stuff like this!