Callimachus: Epigram 64
A lament at the door ( paraklausithyron ).
So may you sleep, Konopion.
You force me to
Keep watch all night
On this chilly porch
Outside your door.
So may you sleep, most stubborn one,
And your lover you put to rest.
You do not come close to pity,
Not even in a dream.
The neighbours take pity on me.
But you, not even in a dream.
Soon your hair will grow grey
And you will recall
All of this.
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