1. Yes—what the slanderers said was true, and there was more besides.

    How often my tears revealed my state, though I tried to hide it.

  2. Your eyes have confessed before them to the killing;

    and who could deny the killing of one like me, O slayer?

  3. If you fear that your eyelids will be brought to retribution for my lifeblood,

    then sheathe their sword—for it stands drawn.

  4. After patience failed me, I forced myself to endure

    for a time—but how long can such endurance be demanded of me?

  5. Even the reproachful censor excuses me where you are concerned; but if you betray

    my love, then before him I can offer no excuse.

Sol 5.6