Sappho - Andromeda lyrics

What bucolic maiden Now thy heart bewitches, O my Andromeda Of the strange amours? Round her awkward ankles She has not the faintest Sense of art to draw her Long ungraceful tunic. Yet she surely makes thee, O my Andromeda, For thy sweet unlawful Love a fair requital. Joy and praise attend thee, In thy keen perceptive Taste for beauty, daughter Of Polyanax! Of Polyanax!