LXVI JEALOUS CARE
Mitchell S. (Mitchell Starrett) Buck translation
DO not arrange thy hair, for fear lest the over-heated iron burn thy neck or thy locks. Leave it upon thy shoulders and spread over thine arms.
Do not dress thyself, for fear lest the girdle redden the slender folds of thy hips. Remain naked like a little girl.
Do not even rise, for fear lest thy fragile feet be injured in walking. Repose in the bed, O victim of Eros, and I will dress thy poor wound.
For I would not see upon thy body other marks, Mnasidika, than the blemish of an over-long kiss, the scratch of a sharp nail, or the reddening bar of my embrace.