YOU SAID:
I am weary of all thy words and soft strange ways, Of all love’s fiery nights and all his days, And all the broken kisses salt as brine That shuddering lips make moist with waterish wine, And eyes the bluer for all those hidden hours That pleasure fills with tears and feeds from flowers
INTO JAPANESE
汝のすべての言葉とすべての愛の炎のような夜とすべての彼の日のソフトの奇妙な方法のもう飽き飽きだと喜び震え唇が waterish ワインでしっとりしてこれらのすべての時間に隠された青いを目の塩水としてすべての壊れたキス塩涙で塗りつぶし、花からのフィード
Come on, you can do better than that.