certe seiungere matrem iam gelidis nequeo bustis; te sentit habetque, te videt et tumulos ortuque obituque salutat, ut Pharios aliae ficta pietate dolores Mygdoniosque colunt et non sua funera plorant.
Tis sure I cannot separate my mother from your tomb now cold. She feels and has you, sees you, greets your grave at rise and set of sun, as other women in feigned devotion observe Pharian and Mygdonian sorrows, mourning deaths not their own.
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