I attempted to cross-post from Vivat Libertas (the post in question can be viewed here), but I sort of managed to fail epically at that task. I've translated the poem, but all the analysis I put into it must be viewed there.
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love,
and let us value all the rumours of sterner old men
at one as.
Suns can set and return;
when brief light sets once,
we must sleep in unending night.
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred,
then another thousand, then a second hundred,
then yet another thousand, then a hundred.
Then, when we've made many thousands,
we'll mix them up, lest we know,
or lest anyone could give us the evil eye
since he may know there were so many kisses.
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