Of Cytherea, born in Cyprus, I will sing. She gives kindly gifts to men: smiles are ever on her lovely face, and lovely is the brightness that plays over it. Hail, goddess, queen of well-built Salamis and sea-girt Cyprus; grant me a cheerful song.
κυπρογενῆ Κυθέρειαν ἀείσομαι, ἥτε βροτοῖσιμείλιχα δῶρα δίδωσιν, ἐφ’ ἱμερτῷ δὲ προσώπῳαἰεὶ μειδιάει καὶ ἐφ’ ἱμερτὸν θέει ἄνθος.χαῖρε, θεά, Σαλαμῖνος ἐυκτιμένης μεδέουσα εἰναλίης τε Κύπρου·
And now I will remember you and another song also.
δὸς δ’ ἱμερόεσσαν ἀοιδήν.αὐτὰρ ἐγὼ καὶ σεῖο καὶ ἄλλης μνήσομ’ ἀοιδῆς.