*
May you perish on the field
of honor, my beloved!
So that girls will sing your
glory each time they haul
water from the
spring.
*
May you be found cut to
pieces by a trenchant sword,
But may the news of your
dishonor never reach my ears!
*
17
My lover wants to keep my
tongue inside his mouth,
Not for the delight of it,
but only to establish his
rights on me.
19
Never shall I take an old
man as a lover,
He wastes the night just
planning things and in the
morning calls
himself robust.
22
What else can he do but
behave like a hero,
Since I am putting the
pillow of my white arms
beneath his head?
26
Intoxicated just because I
smiled at you,
You’d be raving mad if I
were to offer you my mouth!
34
God, what are you doing to
me?
The others are flowers
burgeoning and you are leaving
me as a tight
bud.
69
Son, if you desert our war,
I shall curse everything and
also the milk of my breasts.