nam mihi quam dederit duplex Amathusia curam, scitis, et in quo me torruerit genere, cum tantum arderem quantum Trinacria rupes lymphaque in Oetaeis Malia Thermopylis, maesta neque assiduo tabescere lumina fletu cessarent tristique imbre madere genae.
For how much sorrow of heart the wily goddess of Amathus gave me, ye know, and in what fashion she scorched me, when I was burning as hotly as the Trinacrian rock and the Malian water at Oetean Thermopylae, when my sad eyes never rested from wasting with perpetual tears, nor my cheeks from streaming with a flood of sorrow.
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