torpor est nostris sine te Camenis, tardius sueto venit ipse Thymbrae rector et primis meus ecce metis haeret Achilles.
My Muse is in torpor without you. Thymbras ruler himself comes more slowly than is his wont and, see, my Achilles is stuck at the first turning point.
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