I declare
That later on,
Even in an age unlike our own,
Someone will remember who we are.

You will have memories
Because of what we did back then
When we were new at this,

Yes, we did many things, then - all
Beautiful...

Οἶον τὸ γλυκύμαλον ἐρεύθεται ἄκρῳ ἐπ᾽ ὔσδῳ ἄκρον ἐπ᾽ ἀκροτάτῳ λελάθοντο δὲ μαλοδρόπνεσ, οὐ μὰν ἐκλελάθοντ᾽, ἀλλ᾽ οὐκ ἐδύναντ᾽ ἐπίκεσθαι

You are, I think, an evening star,
the fairest of all the stars.

Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me,

Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature….

Wealth without real worthiness
Is no good for the neighbourhood;
But their proper mixture
Is the summit of beatitude.