Boy, as long as your cheek is smooth, I'll never stop praising you, not even if I have to die. For you to give still is fine, for me there's no shame in asking, since I'm in love. At your knees... I beg, respect me, boy, give pleasure, if you're ever to have the gift of Kypris with her wreath of violets, when it's you who's wanting and approach another. May the goddess grant that you get exactly the same response.
