Fragment #71

#71

I care for you, Mika, dearest companion

But I will not allow you to ruin yourself

Because you chose the love of Penthelids

          Those evil turning ones

Will make you suffer, some sweet song

I will render in honey voice and clear

Caught by the piercing breezes that blow

          We are wet with dew

The son of Orestes founded this clan

And while the one you love is fair

He and his family are too caught up

          In the political intrigues

To allow you to lead a peaceful life

To bear children who do not fear

Exile or worst, murder, try to find

          Another that you love

Far from the political sphere, I sing

Of love and harmony, that’s what

I want for you, please do listen to me

          Please do abide