Lover, blind as a saintly musician, who
Gave unto me through glorious union
Three gifts of life, muses of adoration.
First a gracious offering of a man, humble,
From the owner of the universe,
Second, a butterfly anointed by the same,
Lastly, one whose genius enslaves all
And smile lights the way of love.
Oh angelic sightless aulos,
For whom I have wounded so deeply
Return to me that which you gave and seized
So I may find peace and grace
In the arms of posterity.
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