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That man seems to me to be a god
who sits opposite you and listens to
you speaking so sweetly and close to him
and hears you too
laughing delightfully. Truly that flutters
the heart in my breast, for when for a moment I look
at you, I cannot speak at all; my tongue
is benumbed,
and a subtle flame runs immediately
beneath my flesh. My eyes see nothing at all
before them and in my ears there is a noise
of humming tops.
Sweat pours down and drenches me, and I
am all atremble and turn greener than grass
is, and I am, as far as I can see,
almost dead.
(transl. by Barbara H. Fowler (1992) Archaic Greek Poetry: An Anthology. University of Wisconsin Press, p. 133.)