Come back to me ,gongyola,here tonight,
You ,my rose, with your Lydian lyre.
There hovers forever around you delight :
A beauty desired .
Even your garment plunders my eyes .
I am enchanted :I who once
Complained to the Cyprus-born goddess,
Whom i now beseech
Never to let this lose me grace
But rather bring you back to me :
Amongst all mortal women the one
I most wish to see.
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