To the lyre

I wish of the Atrides, I wish of Kadmus to sing:

however my lyre strings speak only of Amor.

Recently, I changed the strings, and then the lyre itself,

and wanted now to sing of the struggles of Hercules:

but the lyre only sang a song of love again.

So fare well then, you heroes! because my lyre sings

only of the God of Love, only the God of Love.