Sappho Invokes The Three Graces Poem by Philo Poesie

Beloved Muses

our sounds shall call to you

for our summer was long and hot

and the withered meadow thirsts for water

as we thirst for a little joy in life

Dearest companions

then hurry up

with weaving your flower wreaths

or do you love lonely nights?

Look, the sun is already setting

come and play the old melodies

accompany Sappho in her song

come and dance the old dances

in your silken dresses

let yourself be caressed

by the warm summer breeze

by the flickering candlelight

so that I am dizzy

by the scent of your shining hair

so beautifully adorned with blossoms

in honor of the arrival of the Charites

and ours will be the grace, beauty and joy

even before the morning star appears