This is the tomb of Konallis; Korinthos was her city and Kleobulina
bore her,
Having lain in sweet love with Sesocrates, the son of Menophiles.
I lived three and twenty years, and then sudden sickness bore me to Dis
So they laid me here with my silver armlets, my gold comb, my chain and
with little painted figures.
In my life I was happy, knowing many sorts of love and none evil.
If you are a lover, scatter dust, and call me “dear one” and speak one
last “Hail.”
Telos.