Translated by Brett Rutherford
after a poem by Plato
Melon ego. Ballei me philon de tis.
All' epineudon,
Xanthippe; kago kai dou marainómetha.
Look! I am only an apple.
Someone just fool enough
to love you, has thrown
me in your general direction.
Catch me, Xanthippe, now!
Tomorrow is too late for both of us:
a rotten fruit in a wrinkled hand.
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