In vain, inside the promised branches hiding,
Your tender retinue thunders above.
I drop a myrtle that did love so many,
I drop the belt that did so sweetness love.
With a dumb arrow that is heavily piercing
Freed me from these my shackles your own son.
Thus at the very throne of my calmness
You born of foam, as a foam be gone!
Тщетно, в ветвях заповедных кроясь,
Нежная стая твоя гремит.
Сластолюбивый роняю пояс,
Многолюбивый роняю мирт.
Тяжкоразящей стрелой тупою
Освободил меня твой же сын.
— Так о престол моего покоя,
Пеннорождённая, пеной сгинь!
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