11.6-11.12: Catullus V (A Poor Translation)

Let us live, my Lesbia, for many years,
Until our age drags us down,
And all gods cease to exist!
The Sun’s red glow radiates a passionate tone:
No one accidentally loves,
Nor are they forever alone.
You are my longest need, my century’s feast,
That will not change for a millenium, nor the millennium after.
Lesbia, come be my most precarious,
Counterintuitive, and non-scheming
Passion. I tell you this: no harm shall invade my flesh
So long as it may rest on yours.

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