Lesbia's Sparrow

Sparrow, my darling girl, with whom to play, whom to hold in my bosom,
to whom to give the first finger
and who is wont to incite with sharp bites,
with whom my desire shines
I like to joke, I know not what dear
(and a little solace for my pain, I
believe, so that then the heavy ardor may subside),
to play with you as I myself could
to relieve the cares of my sad mind!

Passer, deliciae meae puellae quicum ludere, quem in sinu tenere,
cui primum digitum dare
et acris solet incitare morsus,
cum desiderio meo nitenti
carum nescio quid libet iocari
(et solaciolum sui doloris,
credo, ut tum gravis adquiescat ardor),
tecum ludere sicut ipsa possem
et tristis animi levare curas!