Have you seen the honest man fortune?
The astrologers’ poem? Its novelty is next to none
Engrossed in her adventurous journey of discovery
Excavating the mystical prowess of the ancient
She is the grand mistress of poetry
She possesses the taste buds of rhythm and imagery
Poettaster she is!
Poettaster I beseech you
Grant my request to taste my love
It is sour when eaten half-hearted
Sweet like honey when devoured with anxiety
My poettaster may you live for eternity
As my love for you will be refined like wine
My beloved…I slumbered for centuries
Daydreaming of my saturated trial in the clutches of ignorance
I have dinned and wined with the inept
The moment I discovered the very essence of you
My blue heart became anew
In the queue of men that desire your expertise
Pick me!! I assure it will excite your soul.
PUBLIUS CRASSUS (JIA)