Translated from Latin to English by David Camden
When I try to tell you my heart's desires, Pamphila,
though I know what I should ask you, the words leave my lips,
and I'm soaked to the core with sweat:
thus, silent yet knowing, I die of shame.
What's this unnecessary flame that you're offering up, Phileros?
We'll go the way we are: the flame of the heart shines bright enough.
For the savage force of the wind or a glittering rainstorm
falling from the sky can extinguish that flame of yours;
but against this fire of Venus, no force except
Venus herself can overwhelm it.