sappho trans.
she thought you were like a famous goddess
and most of all took pleasure at your songs.
now she’s famous with lydian women,
as when the rosy-fingered moon surrounds
all things with stars, after the setting of the sun:
it holds light equally on the salty sea,
and the fields having many flowers,
and the dew which falls beautifully,
and the rose which has fallen,
it’s delicate,
and parsley and clover, they’re flowering.
and she is roaming much and thinking of
gentle Atthis with desire, her soul,
tender is likely eaten by your fate