A beauty desired

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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