LXXVIII THE EYES
Mitchell S. (Mitchell Starrett) Buck translation
GREAT eyes of Mnasidika, how happy you make me when love darkens your lids and quickens you and shadows you with tears:
But how maddened, when you turn elsewhere, distracted by a woman who passes or by a remembrance which is not mine.
Then my cheeks hollow themselves, my hands tremble and I suffer.... It seems to me from all parts, and before you, my life goes away.
Great eyes of Mnasidika, cease not to regard me! or I will stab you with my needle and then you will see only the terrible night.