With dinning sound my ears are rife,
My tremulous tongue faltereth,
I lose my color, I lose my breath,
I drink the cup of a costly death,
Brimm’d with delirious draughts of warmest life.
I die with my delight, before
I hear what I would hear from thee.
The following version I have based mainly on Edmonds’ recent text,[78] with a conjectural restoration of the last stanza, of which only a few words are preserved in the Greek:
O life divine! to sit before