Iridescent-throned Aphrodite, deathless  Child of Zeus, wile-weaver, I now implore you,  Don't--I beg you, Lady--with pains and torments  Crush down my spirit,   But before if ever you've heard my pleadings  Then return, as once when you left your father's  Golden house; you yoked to your shining car your  Wing-whirring sparrows;   Skimming down the paths of the sky's bright ether  On they brought you over the earth's black bosom,  Swiftly--then you stood with a sudden brilliance,  Goddess, before me;   Deathless face alight with your smile, you asked me  What I suffered, who was my cause of anguish,  What would ease the pain of my frantic mind, and  Why had I called you   To my side: "And whom should Persuasion summon  Here, to soothe the sting of your passion this time?  Who is now abusing you, Sappho? Who is  Treating you cruelly?   Now she  runs away, but she'll soon pursue you;  Gifts she now rejects--soon enough she'll give them;  Now she doesn...