The Poet's Beloved

If you surrender to a rich man, he may give you a mansion, Delicious foods, nice clothes and physical pleasure; He may give you a heart as dead as a withered river; He may love you, too and make you the owner of a vast land. Tell me, o virgin, can a mere land be the price of your body? Those who are the slaves of body are not able to recognize The secret mines of mystery lying within the folds of your body. Only the goldsmiths know the value of gold. None but a poet knows what a jewel your beauty is. Be my beloved, o girl, you will gain the life of a nymph. For your one wink, I will give you the heart of all flowers And compose the new verses of kiss on your lips. If you give me your heart, o virgin, don't get afraid, All on a sudden, I will write an immortal epic for you.