Love, unconquerable,
Waster of rich men, keeper
Of warm lights and all-night vigil
In the soft face of a girl:
Sea-wanderer, forest-visitor!
Even the pure immortals cannot escape you,
And mortal man, in his one day's dusk,
Trembles before your glory.
Ἔρως ἀνίκατε μάχαν,
Ἔρως, ὃς ἐν κτήμασι πίπτεις,
ὃς ἐν μαλακαῖς παρειαῖς
νεάνιδος ἐννυχεύεις,
φοιτᾷς δ᾿ ὑπερπόντιος ἔν τ᾿
ἀγρονόμοις αὐλαῖς·
καί σ᾿ οὔτ᾿ ἀθανάτων φύξιμος οὐδεὶς
οὔθ᾿ ἁμερίων σέ γ᾿ ἀν-
θρώπων, ὁ δ᾿ ἔχων μέμηνεν.
Ἔρως, ὃς ἐν κτήμασι πίπτεις,
ὃς ἐν μαλακαῖς παρειαῖς
νεάνιδος ἐννυχεύεις,
φοιτᾷς δ᾿ ὑπερπόντιος ἔν τ᾿
ἀγρονόμοις αὐλαῖς·
καί σ᾿ οὔτ᾿ ἀθανάτων φύξιμος οὐδεὶς
οὔθ᾿ ἁμερίων σέ γ᾿ ἀν-
θρώπων, ὁ δ᾿ ἔχων μέμηνεν.
Original text (Ancient Greek)
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Love, unconquered in battle. (Cassell's, 1907)