POEMS OF SAPPHO
TRANSLATED BY JULIA DUBNOFF
Immortal Aphrodite, on your own intricately brocaded throne, 
son or daughter of Zeus, weaver of wiles, this I pray:
Dear Lady, donвЂ™t crush my heart
with pains and sorrows.
5 But come right here, if in the past,
once you heard my far-off cry,
you listened. And also you arrived,
making your fatherвЂ™s household,
yoking your chariot of gold.
10 Then stunning quick sparrows led you on the black colored planet