again to take you into her love? Who,
O Psapfo, wrongs you?
If she runs away, soon she will pursue.
If she scorns gifts, now she will bribe.
If she doesn't love, soon she will love
even unwillingly."
Come to me now and loosen me
from blunt agony. Labor
and fill my heart with fire. Stand by me
and be my ally.
"/>with pain, O lady,
but come here if ever before
you heard my voice from far away,
and yielding left your father's house
of gold and came,
yoking birds to your chariot. Beautiful
quick sparrows whirring on beating wings
took you from heaven down to mid sky
over the black earth
and soon arrived. O blessed one,
on your deathless face a smile,
you asked me what I am suffering
and why I call you,
what I most want to happen
in my crazy heart. "Whom shall I persuade
again to take you into her love? Who,
O Psapfo, wrongs you?
If she runs away, soon she will pursue.
If she scorns gifts, now she will bribe.
If she doesn't love, soon she will love
even unwillingly."
Come to me now and loosen me
from blunt agony. Labor
and fill my heart with fire. Stand by me
and be my ally.
"O Psapfo, wrongs you?
If she runs away, soon she will pursue.
If she scorns gifts, now she will bribe.
If she doesn't love, soon she will love
even unwillingly."
Come to me now and loosen me
from blunt agony. Labor
and fill my heart with fire. Stand by me
and be my ally.
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