Πλέξω λευκόιον, πλέξω δ᾽ ἁπαλὴν ἅμα μύρτοις
νάρκισσον, πλέξω καὶ τὰ γελῶντα κρίνα,
πλέξω καὶ κρόκον ἡδὺν ἐπιπλέξω δ᾽ ὑάκινθον
πορφυρέην, πλέξω καὶ φιλέραστα ῥόδα,

ὡς ἂν ἐπὶ κροτάφοις μυροβοστρύχου Ἡλιοδώρας
εὐπλόκαμον χαίτην ἀνθοβολῇ στέφανος.


I weave white, I weave the pure myrtles
narcissus, I weave the laughing lilies,
I weave the saffron, I weave the hyacinth
purple, I weave the roses of love,

as if on the temples of the myrrh-bearing Heliodora
a graceful mane with a blooming crown.


From Anthologia Graeca

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