Yes, Atthis, you may be sureEven in Sardis
Anactoria will think often of usof the life we shared here, when you seemed
the Goddess incarnate
to her and your singing pleased her bestNow among Lydian women she in her
turn stands first as the red-
fingered moon rising at sunset takesprecedence over stars around her;
her light spreads equally
on the salt sea and fields thick with bloomDelicious dew pours down to freshen
roses, delicate thyme
and blossoming sweet clover; she wandersaimlessly, thinking of gentle
Atthis, her heart hanging
heavy with longing in her little breastShe shouts aloud, Come! we know it;
thousand-eared night repeats that cry
across the sea shining between us
Anactoria will think often of usof the life we shared here, when you seemed
the Goddess incarnate
to her and your singing pleased her bestNow among Lydian women she in her
turn stands first as the red-
fingered moon rising at sunset takesprecedence over stars around her;
her light spreads equally
on the salt sea and fields thick with bloomDelicious dew pours down to freshen
roses, delicate thyme
and blossoming sweet clover; she wandersaimlessly, thinking of gentle
Atthis, her heart hanging
heavy with longing in her little breastShe shouts aloud, Come! we know it;
thousand-eared night repeats that cry
across the sea shining between us
