The Old Whore’s Lament

Where are the merchants who used to chase after me to purchase my favours? O malevolent Time! Nowadays, they abhor my company; when I call for them, there is no answer. How has my merchandise been brought so low! How can I possibly sell it, when there is no buyer? Once they would have given all their wealth for it. Now I would be lucky if they took…

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While the translation is formatted as prose, the original is a poem of eight lines.

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