NONE could ever say that she,
Lesbia! was so loved by me.
Never all the world around
Faith so true as mind was found.
If no longer it endures
(Would it did!) the fault is yours.
I can never think again
Well of you: I try in vain.
But . . . be false . . . do what you will-
Lesbia! I must love you still.
« Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus » (Gaius Valerius Catullus, Carmen V)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never all the world around Faith so true as mind was found... very fine poem. tony