Sappho Fragment 31 translated by Josephine Balmer It seems to me that man is equal to the gods, that is, whoever sits opposite you and, drawing nearer, savors, as you speak, the sweetness of your voice and the thrill of your laugh, which have so stirred the heart in my own breast, that whenever I catch sight of you, even if for a moment, then my voice deserts me and my tongue is struck silent, a del- icate fire suddenly races underneath my skin, my eyes see nothing, my ears whistle like the whirling of a top and sweat pours down me and a trembling creeps over my whole body, I am greener than grass, at such times I seem to be no more than a step away from death; but all can be endured, since even a pauper... [The last three lines are lost.]