On The Throne Of Many Hues Immortal Aphrodite
By Sappho
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
