Midnight, and a letter comes to me from our mistress:
Telling me to come to Tibur:
'Bright tips reach up from twin towers,
'Anienan spring water falls into flat-spread pools.'
What is to be done about it?
Shall I entrust myself to entangled shadows,
Where bold hands may do violence to my person?
Yet if I postpone my obedience
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem