Love
Book V, 236
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
Yea, maybe it is lighter than mine, the pain that Tantalus suffers in hell. Never did he see thy beauty and never was denied the touch of thy lips, more tender than an opening rose—Tantalus ever in tears. He dreads the rock over his head but he cannot die a second time. But I, not yet dead, am wasted away by passion, and am enfeebled even unto death.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Silentiary, Paul the. “Book V, 236.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/paulus-silentiarius/8/.
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