The silver moon is set;
The Pleiades are gone;
Half the long night is spent, and yet
I lie alone.
Honestly, guys and girls, classics are called classics because their poetry so good that it became eternal and we are not on the same level, so giving our opinions on them is like ants giving opinions on the mountain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a fragment of a longer poem written by Sappho, saved in a destroyed papyrus