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Come to me from Krete to this holy temple, here to your sweet apple grove, altars smoking with frankincense.
Cold water ripples through apple branches,the whole place shadowed in roses, from the murmuring leavesdeep sleep descends.
Where horses graze, the meadow bloomsspring flowers in the windsbreathe softly . . . *
Here, Aphrodite, after gathering . . . pour into golden cups nectarlavishly mingledwith joys.
Translation by Rayor