ille licet Cilicum victas agat ante catervas, ponat et in capto Martia castra solo, totus et argento contectus, totus et auro, insideat celeri conspiciendus equo; ipse boves mea si tecum modo Delia possim iungere et in solito pascere monte pecus, et te dum liceat teneris retinere lacertis, mollis et inculta sit mihi somnus humo.
Let him chase Cilicias routed troops before him, and pitch his martial camp upon captured ground; let folk gaze upon him as he sits his swift charger, armoured from head to foot in silver and gold, if only with thee, my Delia, I may put the oxen in the yoke and feed my flock on the familiar hill; and, so my young arms may hold thee fast, I shall find soft slumber even on the rugged earth.
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