Today, Eros, of the golden locks used a
purple ball to make me play
with a child.
A girl, wearing odd sandals.
But she, born in beautiful Lesbos,
looks at me, finds
fault with my
hair – it’s grey, you see!-
turns from me to gawk at some other child,
Prayer to Dionysius
Leader of all, whose friends are the omnipotent
Eros and the blue-eyed
Nymphs and the rosy
and whose compass
is the high peaks of mountains.
Please, be kind enough to come to me and
hear my plea with a smile:
Go, God, go to Cleovoulos and counsel him well.
accept my love!
Water and wine
Boy! Bring water and bring wine
and bring garlands of flowers
that I may do a round or two with Eros
Boy! bring here a cup!
Boy! mix ten cups of water to five of wine
Boy! let me not shut my lips but let me drink
and drink and rage like
a frenzied Bacchus with
Come, friends! let’s not shout and scream
like Scythian drunks
let us study our wine, friends
accompany its drinking with beautiful songs