I always said to you: beware the maiden dear!
I knew she lures hearts with strengths she can’t forebear.
Oh, my presumptuous friend! I knew that in her shade
Impossible to seek another pretty maid.
And, having lost his hope, forgot of treason’s pleasures,
In her vicinity a thoughtful youngster blazes,
Pets of great gods and captains of fate’s fleets
Bring their love prayers to her charming feet
But all their ardency is scorned by the girl proud –
Which, cast down her glance, not sees nor hears around.
Translated by Yevgeny Bonver,
This work inspired by beauty of one of magnificent flower by the iris! Just I admire a wonderful colors of these elegant flowers
This image made in photoshop with filters, brushes, layers, with some image of stock art.ua and from my photograph.