Love is in the air - Love epigrams for the weekend

When I read poetry, it is often either Greek or Latin, and preferably short.
That's one of the reasons I like Greek epigrams as they meet both criteria.
Hopefully you can appreciate these three poems too.
There is not much to say more, rather than I have chosen them for their theme on love.
The titles are my own as are the translations.
 

Poem 1: Not falling for it

The poet describes how an unknown man (ὁ ξεῖνος) is evidently at love.
While using imaginative and descriptive imagery, he concludes not to follow this man’s feelings.

Callimachus – A.P. 12.134.

Ἕλκος ἔχων ὁ ξεῖνος ἐλάνθανεν· ὡς ἀνιηρὸν
πνεῦμα διὰ στηθέων (εἷδες; ) ἀνηγάγετο,
τὸ τρίτον ἡνικ’ ἔπινε, τὰ δὲ ῥόδα φυλλοβολεῦντα
τὠνδρὸς ἀπὸ στεφάνων πάντ’ ἐγένοντο χαμαί.
ὤπηται μέγα δή τι· μὰ δαίμονας, οὐκ ἀπὸ ῥυσμοῦ
εἰκάζω, φωρὸς δ’ ἴχνια φὼρ ἔμαθον.

Although suffering a wound, the stranger wasn’t noticed; as he emitted
a painful sow through his chest (did you see it?),
while he was drinking his third cup, and all the withering rose petals,
fallen from the man’s crowns, lay on the ground.
surely, he must have been burning extremely with love; by the gods,
I am nothing like that man by any change,
for a thief learns from the traces of a thief.

Poem 2: Summer loving

The poet compares different scenarios that are pleasant to people,
but lovemaking is obviously the most pleasant to him.

Asclepiades of Samos – A.P. 5.169.

Ἡδὺ θέρους διψῶντι χιὼν ποτόν, ἡδὺ δὲ ναύταις
ἐκ χειμῶνος ἰδεῖν εἰαρινὸν Στέφανον·
ἥδιον δ’ ὁπόταν κρύψῃ/ μία τοὺς φιλέοντας
χλαῖνα, καὶ αἰνῆται Κύπρις ὑπ’ ἀμφοτέρων.

sweet is an ice-cold drink for someone feeling thirsty in the summer,
and sweet for sailors, after the winter, to see Ariadne’s Crown of Spring;
but even sweeter, whenever a warm blanket covers two lovebirds,
and Aphrodite of Cyprus is being honoured by them.

Notes:
to see Ariadne’s Crown of Spring -> meaning that they can set sail again.
a warm blanket -> actually a cloak used as a blanket.

Poem 3: Eros Wanted

Imitating the proclamation of a wanted criminal, the poet describes the nature of Eros
and delves into the mythological and philosophical discussion on its nature. Being treated as
both a young boy (mythological imagery) and generative principle (philosophical imagery), Eros is
being condemned for hunting people down with desires.

Meleager – A.P. 5.177.                

εἰς Ἔρωτα, ποῖα τὰ ἰδιώματα τούτου
Κηρύσσω τὸν  Ἔρωτα τὸν ἄγριον· ἄρτι γὰρ ἄρτι
ὀρθρινὸς ἐκ κοίτας ὤιχετ’ ἀποπτάμενος.
ἐστὶ δ’ ὁ παῖς γλυκύδακρυς, ἀείλαλος, ὠκύς, ἀθαμβής,
σιμὰ γελῶν, πτερόεις νῶτα, φαρετροφόρος.
πατρὸς δ’ οὐκέτ’ ἔχω φράζειν τίνος· οὔτε γὰρ αἰθήρ,
οὐ χθών φησι τεκεῖν τὸν θρασύν, οὐ πέλαγος·
πάντῃ γὰρ καὶ πᾶσιν ἀπέχθεται· ἀλλ’ ἐσορᾶτε
μή που νῦν ψυχαῖς ἄλλα τίθησι λίνα.
καίτοι κεῖνος, ἰδού, περὶ φωλεόν· οὔ με λέληθας,
τοξότα, Ζηνοφίλας ὄμμασι κρυπτόμενος.

Regarding Love, how his characteristics are.
I read to you the wanting poster of “Love, the Savage”; for just now,
early in the morning, he flew into the sky from his bed and left off.
He is still a child: sweetly tearful, ever-babbling, swift, unabashed,
pertly laughing, with wings on his back, in possession of a quiver.
Beyond that, I cannot tell you who his parents are; for they say, neither
Heaven nor Earth, to have borne this rascal, nor even the Sea;
for he is hated in every place and by every person . But take care
lest he is placing other new nets for human souls somewhere.
Indeed, there he is, look, near his cave; you haven’t escaped me,
archer, seeking shelter in Zenophila’s eyes. 

The Victory of Eros by Kauffmann in the MET