(music by ATARAXIA, free interpretation of Sappho's lyrics)

In this magic ring

she stretched towards the altar,

sanctuary of apple trees

...beautiful Mirsilo...

the air is mild breaths,

new corollas are living

and veiling the rose bushes

...beautiful Mirsilo...

Bind to your hair

flowers, beauty and whirling things

and sing your ritual melody

sing your ritual melody

voice of sweetness

trill of water

beautiful Mirsilo,

beautiful Mirsilo