Sappho Translation

Perennial as the grass;
so love burns in my heart.
The coldest night would do me no harm
as the thought that your eyes
may meet mine keeps me warm.

With courage, he speaks,
gleaming like a golden knight
in the glow of the fire.
With far more courage than my bones possess,
He makes you hum, like an angel, soft and sweet.

If only a clever word would come to mind.
Death, by heartache, is at my door.
Yet, still no words will come.
With your beauty comes silence,
which shall be my fatal flaw.