I shall love, my sweet Ipsitilla, <br />My delights, my pleasures, <br />Tell me to come to you during the siesta. <br />And if you want, thank to its help, <br />Let nobody shut the leaf, <br />Or order you to go out, <br />But stay home and be available <br />For our nine continuous embraces. <br />If you really carry on the affair, call me as soon as possible: <br />I'm tidy indeed and lying full up <br />Pierce my clothes, you know. <br />(Translated from Latin by Paolo G. Mazzarello) .<br /><br />Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amabo-mea-dulcis-ipsitilla-by-catullus/
