Lesbia, you ask how many kisses of yours
would be enough and more to satisfy me.
As many as the grains of Libyan sand
that lie between hot Jupiter’s oracle,
at Ammon, in resin-producing Cyrene,
and old Battiades sacred tomb:
or as many as the stars, when night is still,
gazing down on secret human desires:
as many of your kisses kissed
are enough, and more, for mad Catullus,
as can’t be counted by spies
nor an evil tongue bewitch us.
Lesbia is Catullus’ mistress, Clodia. He calls her Lesbia in honor of the Greek poet Sappho of Lesbos.
I love this guy! He does rant on about his affair with Lesbia quite a lot but when your'e in love you can't help yourself! Is tudied him in latin and translated his poems adn I loved them! I guess we're all fortunate that monks discovered his works which were being used as a bung in a wine barrell!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the part of kissing in life there is love in spirit///