τὸν καλόν, ὦ Χάριτες, Διονύσιον, εἰ μὲν ἕλοιτο
τἀμά, καὶ εἰς ὥρας αὖθις ἄγοιτε καλὸν

εἰ δ᾽ ἕτερον στέρξειε παρεὶς ἐμέ, μύρτον ἕωλον
ἐρρίφθω ξηροῖς φυρόμενον σκυβάλοις.

— Paton edition

Ye Graces, if lovely Dionysius’ choice be for me, lead him on as now’ from season to season in ever-renewed beauty, but if, passing me over, he love another, let him be cast out like a stale myrtle-berry mixed with the dry sweepings.

— Paton edition

Au beau Dionysios, Charites, s’il choisit mon amour, pour des raisons encore conservez-lui sa beauté. Mais s’il en aime un autre et me néglige, qu’on le jette, myrte flétri aux débris desséchés.

— R. Aubreton

Au beau Dionysios, Charites, s’il choisit mon amour, pour des raisons encore conservez-lui sa beauté. Mais s’il en aime un autre et me néglige, qu’on le jette, myrte flétri aux débris desséchés.

— R. Aubreton

Ye Graces, if lovely Dionysius’ choice be for me, lead him on as now’ from season to season in ever-renewed beauty, but if, passing me over, he love another, let him be cast out like a stale myrtle-berry mixed with the dry sweepings.

— Paton edition

τὸν καλόν, ὦ Χάριτες, Διονύσιον, εἰ μὲν ἕλοιτο
τἀμά, καὶ εἰς ὥρας αὖθις ἄγοιτε καλὸν

εἰ δ᾽ ἕτερον στέρξειε παρεὶς ἐμέ, μύρτον ἕωλον
ἐρρίφθω ξηροῖς φυρόμενον σκυβάλοις.

— Paton edition