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Deathless Aphrodite, adorned with embroidered flowers,
daughter of Zeus, weaver of wiles, I pray to you,
do not stress my heart, lady,
with aches and pains,

Rather, come here, if ever before
having heard from afar this, my voice,
you heeded it, and leaving your father"s
golden palace, came;

you yoked your chariot; quick, beautiful birds
brought you over the dark earth,
from heaven and across the sky,
beating their thick wings,

and suddenly they were here; and you, oh blessed one,
with a smile across your godly face,
asked what, again, I was suffering from and why, again,
I was calling you,

and what most of all I want to happen
in my passionate heart: " Whom am I to persuade, again,
to come back to your love? Who, oh
Sappho, is hurting you? "

One who flees, soon returns
and one who refuses gifts, will instead offer gifts
and one who does not love soon will love, even if
she is unwilling.

Come to me now, free me from
stressful thoughts, and whatever it is my heart
desires to come true, make true:
you be my ally.
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