Şiir 51
Peer of a God meseemeth he,
Nay passing Gods (and that can be!)
Who all the while sits facing thee
Thy low sweet laughs which (ah me!) daze
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Mine every sense, and as I gaze
Upon thee (Lesbia!) o’er me strays
My tongue is dulled, my limbs adown
Flows subtle flame; with sound its own
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Rings either ear, and o’er are strown
Ease has thy lot, Catullus, crost,
Ease gladdens thee at heaviest cost,
Ease killed the Kings ere this and lost
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