A rough elaboration of Italian Poetry.

Our class was given an iambic pentameter to translate for Italian. And by translate I mean find words in english that correspond well with the Italian words... no actual translation. Here is my deciphering:

Irregular Translation.

Here the graceless sing and scold the sparrow,

for his puling song fractured graceless day.

Quarreled fools who preserve a guarded state,

and shame by voice that strewn and weaned lost heart.

So tempt not maid who ‘pears deft to repair

when counters to comply do arm and mount.

Secure a sensible and once made guide.

No commune colors eyes incoming rows.

So prove to me the armor dealt’s disarm’d,

apart of vice from cloaking add courage.

By shade and grime and sophists use of verse,

for all my part, no life and honors rate.

Fear reared and made seats into quarreled state.

A voice when armed, no monsters pure lark knows.