Şiir 61
But, bridegroom (so help me the heaven-dwellers) in no way less beautiful are you, nor does Venus slight you. But the day slips by: on! do not delay.
You have not delayed for long, now you are coming. Kindly Venus will help you, since what you desire you take publicly, and do not conceal true love.
Whoever wishes to keep count of your many thousand games, first let him make an accounting of the number of Africa’s sands and the glittering stars.
Play as you like, and speedily give heirs. It does not become so old a name to without children, but from similar stock always to be generated.
A little Torquatus I wish, from his mother’s lap reaching out his dainty hands, and smiling sweetly at his father with lips apart.
May he be like his father Manlius, and easily acknowledged by every stranger, and by his face point out his mother’s faithfulness.
May such praise confirm his birth from true mother, such fame as rests only with Telemachus from best of mothers, Penelope.
Close the doors, virgins: enough we’ve played. But, fair bride and groom, live you well, and diligently fulfil the office of vigorous youth.