ipse autem umentia subter antra soporifero stipatos flore tapetas incubat; exhalant vestes et corpore pigro strata calent, supraque torum niger efflat anhelo ore vapor; manus haec fusos a tempore laevo sustentat crines, haec cornu oblita remisit.
Himself beneath the dank cave lies on draperies packed with soporific flowers. His garments exhale, the coverlets are warm with his sluggish body and above the couch a dark vapour breathes out from his panting mouth. One hand holds up the hair falling from his left temple, the other has let go his forgotten horn.
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