That man seems to me to be equal to a god,
that man, if it is right, seems to surpass the gods,
who sitting opposite you continually
watches and hears you
laughing sweetly, which snatches all sensations from miserable
me: for as soon as I caught sight of you,
Lesbia, nothing of a voice remains for me
in my mouth
but my tongue is paralyzed, a thin flame flows through my limbs,
my ears ring with their own noise, my eyes are covered by a twin
night.
Catullus, leisure is troublesome to you;
you revel and exult in leisure too much;
leisure has destroyed both previous kings and fortunate
cities.