but untamed by madness I was tossing and turning on the whole bed, wanting to see the light, so that I might speak with you, and so that I might be with you. But after my limbs exhausted from work were lying half-dead on the little bed, I made this poem for you pleasantly, from which you might see my pain. Now take care that you are not reckless, and I pray, take care that you don‘t reject my entreaties, little eye, so that Nemesis may not exact punishment from you. She is a powerful goddess: take care not to harm this one.
