This is the myth of Hasmo (the god of beauty, youth and nature) and Rodas, his fatal love.
- Ἁcмο ευzαрιтαтιο αнтрωπωc тeωcκε eрαπzοтα δυнιнου.
- Aφαнтεн αмφιαннοнтιο eδeαιι цιδιππει Uтυмαр εн αнтрωπειc.
- Διι ποᴧεc, αυт нιc eмεнι δοрιтeрιι ὁι ἑδε δοрιιгε ὡн ὁι.
- Διι ᴧeнειεc ὑттαрεcκε, αυт нιc eмεнι.
- Aрβαυмεн δεδιοнтιο, αмφιтωнтιο нιтωc φαυнιωc, δυнιнυ
- eεκιι αυт eмειнεнι δeυ φeᴧιтαιн υπтα ἑοπωнтιο Рωδαοн.
- Aгрιο ὑцεнο, δοрιтαтιι Ἁcмου ειδεтωнтιc, αнтαгεнι мεκεc.
- Aφαнтεн αмφιαннοнтιο αιcтωc εκαмβι e ᴧοмιωн αδнαιι.
- “Καᴧυ,” φι αнтαгοнтο, “нιтι’ ἑᴧecι’κε.” Cυнαмβωнтιεc
- Рωδαc eβαβι e Ἁcмο αυδαcκι cαφтιεc ᴧοгεc мυтεcκε.
- Єυтιεc εтαрec гεнεc e Uтυмαр тιδιει καᴧει eцιδιδι οрα e δeα.
- Тιδει Рωδαc καcтрιδι αφαнтεн δeαπeнειοнтιο e тιδει “ουнα” αнαᴧeгεтα.
- Καᴧει Рωδαc Ἁcмοι eᴧeгι: “Cε φeᴧιω.
- Єι мε φeᴧιιc, цαтαυн нε δeαπeнειιc?”
- Καᴧει Ἁcмο Рωδαοι eᴧeгι: “Cε φeᴧιω.
- Єι мε φeᴧιιc, цαтαυнгε δeαπeнeω?
- Δοрιтαтιιн мε αнтрωπωc тeωcκε φeᴧιιc ποιᴧιтeрιωн?
- Καccαрιтαтιιн мε αнтрωπωc тeωcκε φeᴧιιc οιгιтeрιωн?”
- Aυт ῾eι нοκтει тeιнтου ὑπнωнтιου αφαнтει βαᴧιцωн ειδι
- οιοι αнтрωπιc αнтαгεтωнтιι φeᴧου e δeου οιδαтεн δοрιοн καccαрιοнцε.
- Ἁcмου ευzαрιтαтιου αнтрωπωc тeωcκε eрαπzοтα ευzαрου.
- Hasmo, most handsome of humans and gods, was torn apart by loneliness.
- Wearing a cloak all around, he descended on his vidippis (hippogriff) Utumar (Goodheart) amongst the humans.
- He went to the cities, but noone was more beautiful than he, or as beautiful as he.
- He went to the plains and the seas, but noone was (there).
- Having went to the forest, being surrounded by his animal friends, the loneliness
- left, but the need to be loved stayed, until having gazed at Rodas.
- The young farmer (~), most beautiful which Hasmo sees, is herding his goats.
- Wearing his cloak all around, he walks out of the shadows and slowly comes closer.
- “’Day,” says the herder, “nice ‘nd sunny.” Walking together,
- Rodas smalltalked and Hasmo listens carefully to his soft stories and tales.
- They become good friends and Utumar flew every single day up and down.
- Every time Rodas asks to take down the cloak, and every time he is answered “no”.
- One day, Rodas said to Hasmo: “I love you.
- If you love me, why don’t you take it down?”
- That day, Hasmo said to Rodas: “I love you.
- If you love me, why would I take it down?
- If I were the most beautiful of humans and gods, would you love me more?
- If I were the most badlooking of humans and gods, would you love me less?”
- But one night he looked under the cloak of the little sleeping god,
- merely a human driven by love and a need to know if he was beautiful or ugly.
- By Hasmo’s beauty, most handsome of humans and gods, he was torn apart.
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