It was you, Atthis, who said 
 
"Sappho, if you will not get 
up and let us look at you 
I shall never love you again! 
 
"Get up, unleash your suppleness, 
lift off your Chian nightdress 
and, like a lily leaning into 
 
"a spring, bathe in the water. 
Cleis is bringing your best 
pruple frock and the yellow 
 
"tunic down from the clothes chest; 
you will have a cloak thrown over 
you and flowers crowning your hair... 
 
"Praxinoa, my child, will you please 
roast nuts for our breakfast? One 
of the gods is being good to us: 
 
"today we are going at last 
into Mitylene, our favorite 
city, with Sappho, loveliest 
 
"of its women; she will walk 
among us like a mother with 
all her daughters around her 
 
"when she comes home from exile..." 
 
But you forget everything