LXXIX FARDS
Mitchell S. (Mitchell Starrett) Buck translation
ALL, all my life, and my world, and the men, all that is not of her, is nothing. All that is not of her, I give to thee, passer-by.
Does she know the labor I have accomplished to be fair to her eyes, with my hair and with my fards, with my robes and my perfumes?
As long a time I would turn a millstone, I would wield the oar or labor in the earth, if it were a necessary price to retain her here.
But perhaps she will never know, Goddesses who watch over us. The day she learns that I love her, she will seek another woman.