at non infelix animi Phoenissa, neque umquam solvitur in somnos, oculisve aut pectore noctem accipit; ingeminant curae, rursusque resurgens saevit amor, magnoque irarum fluctuat aestu.
But not so the soul-racked Phoenician queen; she never sinks into sleep, nor draws darkness into eyes or heart. Her pangs redouble, and her love, swelling up, surges afresh, as she heaves with a mighty tide of passion.