The touched heart madly stirs,your laughter is water hurrying over pebbles - every gesture is a proclamation,every sound is speech...

]]you will remember]for we in our youthdid these thingsyes many and beautiful things] ]]

I want to say something but shameprevents meyet if you had a desire for good or beautiful thingsand your tongue were not concocting some evil to say,shame would not hold down your eyesbut rather you would speak about what is just

gathering flowers so very delicate a girl

Eros the melter of limbs (now again) stirs me - sweetbitter unmanageable creature who steals in

but if you love uschoose a younger bedfor I cannot bearto live with you when I am the older one

Someone will remember us I sayEven in another time

All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.

Leave Crete and sweep to this blest templeWhere apple-orchard's eleganceIs yours, and smouldering altars, ampleFrankincense.Here under boughs a bracing springPercolates, roses without numberUmber the earth and, rustling,The leaves drip slumber.Here budding flowers possess a sunnyPasture where steeds could graze their fill,And the breeze feels as gentle as honey...Kypris, here in the present blendYour nectar with pure festal glee.Fill gilded bowls and pass them roundLavinshly.