>>7730252Mother of Latin sports and Greek delights.
Where kisses languishing or pleasureful,
Warm as the suns, as the water-melons cool,
Adorn the glorious days and sleepless nights.
Mother of Latin sports and Greek delights.
Lesbos, where kisses are as waterfalls
That fearless into gulfs unfathom'd leap,
Now run with sobs, now slip with gentle brawls,
Stormy and secret, manifold and deep;
Lesbos, where kisses are as waterfalls!
Lesbos, where Phryne Phryne to her draws,
Where ne'er a sigh did echoless expire.
As Paphos' equal thee the stars admire.
Nor Venus envies Sappho without cause!
Lesbos, where Phryne Phryne to her draws,
Lesbos, the land of warm and langorous nights.
Where by their mirrors seeking sterile good.
The girls with hollow eyes, in soft delights.
Caress the ripe fruits of their womanhood,
Lesbos, the land of warm and langorous nights.
Leave, leave old Plato's austere eye to frown;
Pardon is thine for kisses' sweet excess.
Queen of the land of amiable renown.
And for exhaustless subtleties of bliss.
Leave, leave old Plato's austere eye to frown.
Pardon is thine for the eternal pain
That on the ambitious hearts for ever lies.
Whom far from us the radiant smile could gain,
Seen dimly on the verge of other skies;
Pardon is thine for the eternal pain!
Which of the gods will dare thy judge to be.
And to condemn thy brow with labour pale.
Not having balanced in his golden scale
The flood of tears thy brooks pour'd in the sea?
Which of the gods will dare thy judge to be?
What boot the laws of just and of unjust?
Great-hearted virgins, honour of the isles,
Lo, your religion also is august,
And love at hell and heaven together smiles!
What boot the laws of just and of unjust?
For Lesbos chose me out from all my peers.
To sing the secret of her maids in flower.
Opening the mystery dark from childhood's hour
Of frantic laughters, mix'd with sombre tears;
For Lesbos chose me out from all my peers.
