Dapple-throned Aphrodite,
eternal daughter of God,
snare-knitter! Don't, I beg you,

cow my heart with grief! Come,
as once when you heard my far-
off cry and, listening, stepped

from your father's house to your
gold car, to yoke the pair whose
beautiful thick-feathered wings

oaring down mid-air from heaven
carried you to light swiftly
on dark earth; then, blissful one,

smiling your immortal smile
you asked, What ailed me now that
me call you again? What

was it that my distracted
heart most wanted? ''Whom has
Persuasion to bring round now

''to your love? Who, Sappho, is
unfair to you? For, let her
run, she will soon run after;

''if she won't accept gifts, she
will one day give them; and if
she won't love you --- she soon will

''love, although unwillingly...''
If ever --- come now! Relieve
this intolerable pain!

What my heart most hopes will
happen, make happen; you your-
self join forces on my side!

Sappho
tr. Barnard