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Deathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind,

child of Zeus, who twists lures, I beg you

down not break with hard pains,

O lady, my heart

but come here if ever before

you caught my voice far off

and listening left your father's

golden house and came,

yoking your car. And fine birds brought you,

quick sparrows over the black earth

whipping their wings down the sky

through midair--

they arrived. But you, oh blessed one,

smiled in your deathless face

and asked what (now again) I have suffered and why

(now again) I am calling out

and what I want to happen most of all

in my crazy heart. Whom should I persuade (now again)

to lead you back into her love? Who, O

Sappho, is wronging you?

For if she flees, soon she will pursue.

If she refuses gifts, rather will she give them.

If she does not love, soon she will love

even unwilling.

Come to me now: loose me from hard

care and all my heart longs

to accomplish, accomplish. You

be my ally.

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here to me from Krete to this holy temple

where is your graceful grove

of apple trees and altars smoking

with frankincense.

And in it cold water makes a clear sound through

apple branches and with roses the whole place

is shadowed and down from radiant-shaking leaves

sleep comes dropping.

And in it a horse meadow has come into bloom

with spring flowers and breezes

like honey are blowing

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In this place you Kypris taking up

in gold cups delicately

nectar mingled with festivities:

pour.

]to give

]yet of the glorious

]of the beautiful and good, you

]of pain [me

]blame

]swollen

]you take your fill. For [my thinking

]not thus

]is arranged

]nor

all night long] I am aware

]of evildoing

]

]other

]minds

]blessed ones

]

]

]heart

]absolutely

]I can

]

]would be for me

]to shine in answer

]face

]

]having been stained

]