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I
Eros has shaken my soul like a gust of wind in the mountains bears down on the oaks. My tongue breaks and a subtle fire suddenly creeps under my skin; my eyes are without gaze, my ears ring, sweat trickles down my body, a shiver seizes me whole; I become greener than grass, I feel almost dead
II
...the charm of an apple wood, the altars smoked with incense; fresh water sings through the branches of the apple trees, while the shade of the rose bushes has covered the whole place, and from the palpitating foliage flows a heavy sleep...
III
...and I love voluptuousness...and I live only for the love of sunshine and beauty.
IV
Here again destructive Eros torments me, Eros bitter and sweet, invincible and sneaky.
V.
The moon has set ... as the Pleiades, it is midnight, the hour is past, and I rest alone.
VI.
...now she shines among the women of Lydia, as one sees, once the sun set, the rose-fingered moon eclipsing all the stars and pouring its brightness over the salty sea and the flowering meadows. The beautiful dew has covered everything, the roses are in full bloom, and the delicate chervil, and the embalmed sweet clover...
yet she comes and goes, evoking the image of the lovable Atthis; desire oppresses her delicate soul, grief weighs down her heart: with a piercing voice she cries out to us to come and join her, and the night with its thousand ears repeats, across the waves that separate us, what we are not unaware of...