Come to me from Crete
Translated by A. D. Maingon
L-P Fr. 2
Come to me from Crete, to this
holy shrine, graced by your apple grove
and altars fragrant
with smoking incense.
Cool water bubbles beneath the branches
of apple-trees, and roses shade the whole place;
from the shimmering leaves flows
the breath of sweet sleep.
There too the horses' meadow is rich
with the flowers of spring,
and the breezes softly blow...
There Cypris, take...
and into golden cups gently pour
libation of nectar, mixed
for our celebration.
Translated by A. Maingon. © A Maingon
Appearing here with Professor Maingon's permission.
Professor Maingon's translations of Sappho's Hymn to Aphrodite (fr. 1)
and 'Some would Say' (L-P fr. 16) can be found at the University of Saskatchewan