I have a fair daughter with a form like a golden flower, Cleïs the belovedest, above whom I [prize] nor all Lydia nor lovely [Lesbos].

I have a child; so fair As golden flowers is she, My Cleïs, all my care. I’d not give her away For Lydia’s wide sway Nor lands men long to see. | (tr. C. M. Bowra, 1938)