«With thorn, not with laurel / As a king crowned, / In a saddle — with wings! Around the shape narrow / On the black velvet / Maltese gold is. Unbreakable thorn / Needles — a vow / To friend and God. High bending / Of a swan, on the side / A Maltese sword. The knight of Mal...»
«Blessed are the ones that left your daughters, Earth, / To fight in wartime battle and to run, / Blessed are the ones that having never tried / Comfort went to the fields Elysian. Thus grows the laurel - writer of the years, / Heater of battle, sober, with harsh leaves. / I will never exc...»
«Already gods' — not the same generosity, / Upon the river's shore, not the same one. / Fly, fly again, the doves of Aphrodite / Into wide open gates of setting sun. I'll leave in day, in which there is no count, / Lying upon the sand that's growing cold... / I've outgrown my youth and l...»
«In vain, inside the promised branches hiding, / Your tender retinue thunders above. / I drop a myrtle that did love so many, / I drop the belt that did so sweetness love. With a dumb arrow that is heavily piercing / Freed me from these my shackles your own son. / Thus at the very throne o...»