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The angel-liked male beauty.
Details: develv.deviantart.com/art/The-…
Art by Deva.

This beautiful poem about a Byzantine emperor's love to his precious eunuch was written by my friend from Russia Ilona, we roughly translated it.
Your face is like a fragile rose,
And your body is white, like winter snow.
Oh my fair-haired angel,
May God prolong your glorious age!

You are shapely, soft and graceful,
And your temper is gentle, sweet and quiet.
I'm so in love with your beckoning gaze
And with the musk of your curls ...

Your stature is like a cypress,
And voice like trills of paradise birds.
I fell victim to the love of a whim
And spears of your velvet eyelashes.

Your gaze hurts more than a dagger
Under the flexible string of eyebrows,
Digging in a poisonous sting,
Faster and sharper than arrows.

A calm and regal walk,
Ruby lips by cheeks roses ...
Ah, why everything is so difficult,
And you are so far from me?

My silver-faced and light-eyed,
My soul cries like a nightingale,
Because rose's color so cruel,
Has pierced it with thorn.

Open up the doors before me,
Accept me in your chamber!
Dear peri, why are you burning
My heart on the coals?

I'm waiting for you, oh my tormentor,
My relentless executioner.
That proud victor doesn't hears
The crying of the unfortunate poet.

Be calm, o unrestrainable in love!
Modestly turn to your idol
And let your mind to be inspired,
To fly into the radiant height.

Description

The angel-liked male beauty.
Details: develv.deviantart.com/art/The-…
Art by Deva.

This beautiful poem about a Byzantine emperor's love to his precious eunuch was written by my friend from Russia Ilona, we roughly translated it.
Your face is like a fragile rose,
And your body is white, like winter snow.
Oh my fair-haired angel,
May God prolong your glorious age!

You are shapely, soft and graceful,
And your temper is gentle, sweet and quiet.
I'm so in love with your beckoning gaze
And with the musk of your curls ...

Your stature is like a cypress,
And voice like trills of paradise birds.
I fell victim to the love of a whim
And spears of your velvet eyelashes.

Your gaze hurts more than a dagger
Under the flexible string of eyebrows,
Digging in a poisonous sting,
Faster and sharper than arrows.

A calm and regal walk,
Ruby lips by cheeks roses ...
Ah, why everything is so difficult,
And you are so far from me?

My silver-faced and light-eyed,
My soul cries like a nightingale,
Because rose's color so cruel,
Has pierced it with thorn.

Open up the doors before me,
Accept me in your chamber!
Dear peri, why are you burning
My heart on the coals?

I'm waiting for you, oh my tormentor,
My relentless executioner.
That proud victor doesn't hears
The crying of the unfortunate poet.

Be calm, o unrestrainable in love!
Modestly turn to your idol
And let your mind to be inspired,
To fly into the radiant height.