XXXI THE CUP
Mitchell S. (Mitchell Starrett) Buck translation
LYKAS saw me come to him clad only in a light scarf, for the days had become overwhelming; he wished to mould my breast which remained uncovered.
He took fine clay, kneaded in the fresh, clear water. When he laid it upon my skin I thought I should faint, for the earth was very cold.
From my moulded breast, he made a cup, round and umbilicated. He placed it in the sun to dry and tinted it with purple and ochre by pressing flowers all around it.
Then we went to the fountain which is consecrated to the nymphs and threw the cup into the current with stalks of gillyflowers.