How Cleopatra
My beloved, farewell!
The time of blossoming is over.
Without a shadow of false doubt,
Self-reflection, or delay,
You've found yourself another paradise.
Our meeting — a pompous romance:
At the feet of the lovely queen
Were ex-admirals, buccaneers,
Marquises, peers, cavaliers,
All bewitched by her trap-like gaze.
She languidly surveyed the hall,
Power played within her eyes,
She bestowed a pair of smiles,
Her gaze upon me came to rest,
And slyly called me to her throne.
With sweet deception, night arrived,
In frenzies, caresses bloomed,
I obeyed her every cue,
Bodies entwined in a wild dance,
Spicy oils smoldered in the air.
The intoxication melted with the birds' song.
Begging for a gesture of farewell,
I fell to her hand, trembling.
My voice was hollow, now sobs
Were carried from my pleading lips.
A smirk — instead of plump lips,
The garments of pretense torn away,
The lady's replies were careless.
In oblivion and without hope,
I was vanquished, a one-love man.
The enchantress looked into the hall,
And was choosing her favorite.
Having reached the zenith of beauty,
She knew no shortage of suitors,
Any man would fall at her feet.
No longer for me the promised paradise
Of the royal alcoves henceforth,
The shackles of desire are cast off,
Casanovas crowd at the door.
Amorous one, farewell!