My dear one is to me worth more than all the gold
found in treasure troves. Grant me instead endless
afternoons in fields of marigold to catch
sunbeams from Aphrodite's lips.
My dear one is to me worth more than all the silk
found in a merchants shop. If it pleases the Gods
let my dear one and I pass our days bound tight
by loves eternal bliss.
Yes, allow me this if it pleases.
I ask, what good to me is gold?
I cannot take it to Elysium when I am old and gray.
It offers no succor, turning friend bitter with envy.
It has no taste but sour ash, no sweet Pomegranate
scent as she whose countenance I hold dear.
Yes, allow me this, if it pleases. Endless afternoons
drunk with love that will not diminish come winters