Trionfo di Afrodite- "Iam Licet Venias Marite"
IAM LICET VENIAS, MARITE
iam licet venias, marite: You may come now, bridgedoom
uxor in thalamo tibi est, your wife is in the marriage chamber
ore floridulo nitens, and her countenance is flowery and radiant
alba parthenice velut like the white pearl or
luteumve papauer. the saffron poppy
at, marite, ita me iuvent But thus, bridgedoom
caelites, nihilo minus you are no less handsome
pulcer es, neque te Venus and Venus doesn't neglect you
neglegit. sed abit dies: but the day is ending
perge, ne remorare. keep on, don't waste time
non diu remoratus es: You haven't waited long
iam venis. bona te Venus now you're coming. May good Venus
iuverit, quoniam palam help you, because what you desire
quod cupis cupis, et bonum you desire it plainly
non abscondis amorem. and you don't conceal your good love
ille pulveris Africi May he counts the sands in Africa
siderumque micantium and the number of blinking stars
subducat numerum prius, before he wants to count
qui vestri numerare volt your many thousands
multa milia ludi. of love-games
claudite ostia, virgines: Quit playing with maidens
lusimus satis. at boni when games are enough
coniuges, bene vivite et then live in a good marriage
munere assiduo valentem and assiduously try to
exercete iuventam. produce children
ille pulveris Africi
siderumque micantium
subducat numerum prius,
qui vestri numerare volt
multa milia ludi.
exercete iuventam.