You won’t find any brides
more beautiful than her
Sing Hymen, O Hymenaios
Higher than the roof-tree
Hymen
lift him, carpenters
O Hymenaios
The bridegroom comes in like Ares
taller than the tallest man
Your bride is happy
are you happy, too?
Love, what should I compare you to?
strong as a rose-stem
delicate as a flower
that’s how you look to me
Bridegroom, the day has come at last
when you can possess your bride
Her beauty’s not intimidating
her eyes sweeter than honey
Love quenches its thirst
at the sight of her face
Lady Aphrodite bows
low to honour you
Sing Hymen, O Hymenaios
Higher than the roof-tree
Hymen
lift him, carpenters
O Hymenaios
The sweetest songs are songs of joy
Saturday
Sappho's Epithalamion
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