You are, I think, an evening star, the fairest of all the stars.
]Sardis often turning her thoughts here ] you like a goddess and in your song most of all she rejoiced. But now she is conspicuous among Lydian women as sometimes at sunset the rosyfingered moon surpasses all the stars. And her light stretches over salt sea equally and flowerdeep fields. And the beautiful dew is poured out and roses bloom and frail chervil and flowering sweetclover. But she goes back and forth remembering gentle Atthis and in longing she bites her tender mind
]sing to us the one with violets in her lap ]mostly ]goes astray
Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me, Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature….
In fact she herself once blamed me Kyprogeneia because I prayed this word: I want.
their heart grew cold they let their wings down