to the
Cydonian spring

to spring the Cydonian
Melides, are represhed. streams
from the rivers.

where of the maids
untouched, the vinestock
grow taller in the shades, upon the young plants,
with young shoots.
with vine leaves is abundant.

Me Eros
in no wise lulled for the season of blossom,
lightning burns me

from under the flash of the blazing
A thracian north wind

moving quickly ( darting ) toward Cyprus scorching
parching )

drives mad black brings harm

resistless from the ground / of the sea
bottom of the heart/
our hearts.

to make wise.