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The gift Timas had sent me.
Ar prof roet din gant Timas.
O Kuprianez, en va huñvre e roe
plegoù ul lien-penn limestra skeud d'az zivjod
-- an hini degaset din gant Timas ur wech,
ur prof lentik eus Phokaia Lydia.
[Sappho #21]
O Cyprian Goddess, in my dream
the folds of a purple head-shawl
shadowed Your cheeks -- the one
that Timas one time had sent me,
a timid gift from Phocaea Lydia.
Troidigezh/Translation: 白ç‹
Mary Barnard wrote "all the way from Phocaea", but Lesbos is close to Lydia, and Phocaea lies half the distance between Mytilene and Sardis !!
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