τὴν πρὶν ἐνεσφρήγισσεν Ἔρως θρασὺς εἰκόνα μορφῆς ἡμετέρης θερμῷ βένθεϊ σῆς κραδίης → the image of my beauty that bold Love earlier stamped in the hot depths of your heart
then will float around you a strain of flutes
