nonne horridus <omnes> invidia superos iniustaque Tartara pulsem? nonne gemam te, care puer? quo sospite natos non cupii, primo gremium qui protinus ortu implicuit fixitque mihi, cui verba sonosque monstravi questusque et vulnera caeca resolvi, reptantemque solo demissus ad oscula dextra erexi blandoque sinu iam iamque <cadentes> feci operire genas dulcesque accersere somnos.
Shall I not grimly assail <all> the High Ones and unjust Tartarus with my reproach? Shall I not bemoan you, dear lad? As long as you lived, I wanted no sons. At the first moment of your birth you enfolded my bosom, fastening firm. I showed you words and sounds, saw to your complaints and hidden hurts, stooped and lifted you by hand to kisses as you crawled on the ground, and on my loving lap made you hide your already <drooping> eyes (?) and summon sweet slumber.
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