Dapple-throned阿佛洛狄忒,永恒的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