On the throne of many hues, Immortal Aphrodite,
child of Zeus, weaving wiles–I beg you
not to subdue my spirit, Queen,
with pain or sorrow

but come–if ever before
having heard my voice from far away
you listened, and leaving your father’s
golden home you came

in your chariot yoked with swift, lovely
sparrows bringing you over the dark earth
thick-feathered wings swirling down
from the sky through mid-air

arriving quickly–you, Blessed One,
with a smile on your unaging face
asking again what have I suffered
and why am I calling again

and in my wild heart what did I most wish
to happen to me: “Again whom must I persuade
back into the harness of your love?
Sappho, who wrongs you?

For if she flees, soon she’ll pursue,
she doesn’t accept gifts, but she’ll give,
if not now loving, soon she’ll love
even against her will.”

Come to me now again, release me from
this pain, everything my spirit longs
to have fulfilled, fulfill, and you
be my ally

–Translated by Diane Rayor

source: http://www.sappho.com/poetry/sappho.html#Immortal Aphrodite

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