What good is it to me if long ago You eloquenty prraised my golden hair, compared my eyes and beauty to the flare of two suns where you say love bent the bow Sending the darts that needeled you with grief? where are your tears that faded in the ground? your death? by which your constant love is bound in oaths and honor now beyong belief? your brutal goal was to make me a slave beneath the ruse of being served by you. Pardon me, friend and for once hear me thorugh: yet i am sure, wherever you have gone, your martyrdam is hard as my black dawn. ----- i need a translation not a summary... so for each line please thank you
2007-01-23
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