Let's live my Lesbia, and let's love,
Don't let's care
The chats of old pains in the ass!
Sun can set and return;
If this brief light turns off
We've to sleep for a perpetual night.
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred,
Then another thousand, then a hundred again,
Then till another thousand, then till a hundred.
When we'll have many thousand of them,
Will mix them till we've missed their sum.
If the envious ones know the quantity of our kisses,
Don't let them give the evil eye.
(Translated from Latin by Paolo G. Mazzarello)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ave, Paolo! My eye is falling on your new poem. So nice to read your poems again