Catullus 2

Catullus 2

Sparrow, delight of my girl,
with whom she is accustomed to play,
whom she holds in her lap,
to whom, seeking readily, she gives fingertip
and receives a sharp bite,
I believe it both pleases my
shining desire to jest some dear thing,
And, as brief solace of her pain,
It quiets her heavy heart:
would that I were able to play with you just as she,
and that I were able to lift the sad cares of my heart!

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