And so
may you ride the zephyr to your Ithaca
the wind which brought Aphrodite to your Paphos
And
may we in turn recognise that
the gentle spring can still come again
Even if
the jealous discus of Zephyrus
has stricken down a beautiful boy
Forever
let us trust that there is an Apollo
to transform thee into the purple-blue hyacinth
that you always were and will be
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