|Hora diei primula vixdum frigida luxit
cum piget horologi nostros tardos crepitando.
Femina, feles perdormiscunt, stragula cedo.
Angustum trans andronem erro, istic lavor ut non
|5||crines pernodosus et halitum odorior essem.
Somniculosa surrectura, palla cubilis
rursus in uncillum exuitur. Vestes solitatos,
qui mihi (ne caream satis ordinis atque negoti)
induerendi sunt, sumo de sede geroque.
|10||Si tempus superest, edimus; sique hora secunda
nondum deinde acta est, a nobis prandia nostra
componuntur. Ad omniferum carrum atque laborem,
per vicos, e vicino, proficiscor eacum.
|The cold first hour of the day has scarcely come to light
when the clock vexes us, the sluggish ones, with its noisemaking.
The woman, the cat, they keep on sleeping, I let them have the covers.
I wander across the narrow hallway, I wash there so that
|5||my hair won't be tangled, nor my breath overly fragrant.
The sleepy one is about to rise, so the bedclothes
get taken off back onto their little hook. My over-accustomed clothes,
which, lest I lack sufficient class and business,
I must put on, I take from their place and wear.
|10||If there is time, we eat; if the second hour
has not then passed, our lunches by us
are assembled. To the all-carrying cart and work,
through the quarters of the city and out of the neighborhood, I set out with her.
|Permagna hispida vox, qua personitante repertus
est semper questus Perseos, heu! periit.
|The great hairy voice, by which resounding was carried forth
Always the complaint of Perseus, (woe!) has perished.
|Ludit amata pila, sed eam spectare vetat me,
ludere inepte se ne videam metuit.
scribere non semper possum. Quoquomodo specto.
En pila reticulo quassa iterum atque iterum est!
|5||Quærit nunc animum num forte adverterer actum.
Toto absurda meo pectore amata mea.
|My beloved plays ball, but forbids me to watch her,
She fears that I might see her play inexpertly.
I can't always write. I watch anyway.
Behold, the ball is smashed again and again with the racket!
|5||Now she asks if I happened to notice that last deed.
This illogical one, beloved with all my heart.