Catullus #5

Lesbia, let us live only for loving,

and let us value at a single penny

all the loose flap of senile busybodies!

Suns when they set are capable of rising,

but at the setting of our own brief light

night is one sleep from which we never waken.

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred,

a thousand without pause & then a hundred,

until when we have run up our thousands

we will cry bankrupt, hiding our assets

from ourselves and any who would harm us,

knowing the volume of our trade in kisses.


Trans. Charles Martin, Baltimore: Johns Hopkins UP, 1990.  p. 7