[In Sardis] Her mind often here

Readily acknowledging your goddess-like beauty,
Most of all she rejoiced in your music.

Now, though, she stands out among the Lydian women
Just as at times as the sun
Sets the moon rises rosy-fingered

Outshining all the stars, the moonlight
Stretching out over the salt sea
As well as the full flowered fields

Dewdrops appear beautifully on
Blooming roses as well as delicate
Chervil and sweet, flowerful clover.

But she wanders about, dear
Atthis on her mind, and in longing
Is her poor heart consumed . . .