ψυχή μοι προλέγει φεύγειν πόθον Ἡλιοδώρας,
δάκρυα καὶ ζήλους τοὺς πρὶν ἐπισταμένη.
φησὶ μὲν ἀλλὰ φυγεῖν οὔ μοι σθένος: ἡ γὰρ ἀναιδὴς
αὐτὴ καὶ προλέγει, καὶ προλέγουσα φιλεῖ.


My soul warns me to fly from the love of Heliodora,
for well it knows the tears and jealousies of the past.
It commands, but I have no strength to fly, for the shameless girl herself warns me to leave her,
and even while she warns she kisses me.


From Anthologia Graeca

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