|PleaseCome back to me, Gongyla, here tonight,
You, my rose, with your Lydian lyre.
There hovers forever around you delight:
A beauty desired.
Even your garment plunders my eyes.
Never to let this lose me grace
–Translated by Paul Roche
|To AndromedaThat country girl has witched your wishes,
all dressed up in her country clothes
and she hasn’t got the sense
to hitch her rags above her ankles.
–Translated by Jim Powell
|The Lyric Poem Come, holy tortoise shell, my lyre, and become a poem.|
|The Laurel Tree You lay in wait behind a laurel tree, and everything was pleasant: you are a woman wanderer like me. I barely heard you, my darling; you came in your trim garments, and suddenly: beauty of your garments.||
Because you love
Because you love me
– translated by D. W. Myatt
|TONIGHT I WATCHEDTonight I’ve watched the moon and
then the Pleiades go down
The night is now half-gone;
I am in bed alone
Nothing can take its place in my mind. This beauty of girls.