I took my lyre and said:
Come now, my heavenly
tortoise shell: become
a speaking instrument
Sappho
tr. Barnard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I registered so I could comment. This short and simple poem relates so much to my life. I know what its like to want to convey feelings to a person through a musical instrument. To want to say something, sometimes you need a 'speaking instrument'... Completly beautiful.