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

first kiss.