yet if you had a desire for good or beautiful things and your tongue were not concocting some evil to say shame would not hold down your eyes but rather you would speak about what is just
You are, I think, an evening star, the fairest of all the stars.
their heart grew cold they let their wings down
In fact she herself once blamed me Kyprogeneia because I prayed this word: I want.
Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me, Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creatureβ¦.
]sing to us the one with violets in her lap ]mostly ]goes astray
]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
