Celestia, O Blessed Goddess, at your golden throne I lay,
Immortal of Equestria, weaver of wiles, this I pray,
to give me back my love.
To let me breathe again.
Rapidly she came. And you, O Princess,
asked what did I especially desire:
“What can you do? Who can you be?
Sappho, how can I help you?
For even if this window were to open once again,
if I were to give this gift,
soon it would turn to ash,
and she would have to leave again.”
That it will not be so...
...All that my heart longs for, fulfil.