虽说因为Colchester战役的失利让Roderick伯爵公开宣称现在并非写诗的时候,但Fachtna爵士并不愿就这样埋没自己的才能,也不愿就这样放弃向自己爱慕的Lady Adwen表现的计划。
Dear Lady Adwen
I dedicate this poem to your beauty.
I will live for you and fight for you.
For thee I shall not die,
Woman high of fame and name,
Foolish men thou mayest slay,
I and they are not the same.
Why should I expire
For the fire of any eye,
Slender waist or swan, like limb,
Is’t for them that I should die?
The round breasts, the fresh skin,
Cheeks crimson, hair like silk to touch,
Indeed, indeed, I shall not die,
Please Gods, not I, for any such!
The golden locks, the forehead thin,
The quiet mien, the gracious ease,
The rounded heel, the languid tone,
Fools alone find death from these.
Thy sharp with, thy perfect calm,
Thy thin palm like foam of the sea;
Thy white neck, thy blue eye,
I shall not die for thee.
Woman, graceful as the swan,
A wise man did rear me, too,
Little palm, white neck, bright eye
I shall not die for you.