O Aphrodite (Venus) you do not constitute my sexual desire
when you slipped into the treachery’s underworld,
I no longer held you dear! You thought I loved you just because
I spurned Artemis! No-go! The moon didn’t inspire my love!
But does that make you think I am your Valentine?
I just have to be a Casanova in spirit and feel dispassionate
even when I love; so, would I share your bed? Do you think
my loose glance was love? I even loved Arachne, the Lydian,
who Hellas’ Athene turned into a spider. I ditched her after
she wove my garment, without any thanks! And what do I
care for Athene. She was a disgrace in her jealousy!
O Aphrodite, you must know my philandery and my promiscuity
is not of my own making; but because of a treachery that wants
to violate my endearments. I swear my sacrifice is my character,
not my sexual prowess. I can’t even have the Trumps of my
sacrifice. I just bequeath them as I gather them. It is all like stolen lustreless ware!
What do I care that my love is only victimised by the treachery?
So, I will never marry; should I be compelled to be married to the entire treacherous mob!
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