deinde, ubi suppositus cinerem me fecerit ardor, accipiat Manes parvula testa meos, et sit in exiguo laurus super addita busto, quae tegat exstincti funeris umbra locum, et duo sint versus, qui nunc iacet horrida pulvis, unius hic quondam servus amoris erat.
Then, when the fire beneath has turned me into ash, let a little jar receive my ghost, and above, over a tiny tomb, let a laurel be planted to cast its shade over the site of the burned-out pyre, and add a line or so to say Who now is buried here as gruesome dust, once was the slave of a single love.
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