1semper mane mihi de me mera somnia narras,
Every morning you describe to me entire dreams about myself,
2quae moveant animum sollicitentque.
which disturb and worry my mind.
3iam prior ad faecem,
The previous year's wine has reached the dregs,
4sed et haec vindemia venit
but now this year's vintage too,
5exorat noctes dum mihi saga tuas;
while the soothsayer tries to soothe your nights for me;
6consumpsi salsasque molas et turis acervos;
I have used up all my salted grain and heaps of frankincense;
7decrevere greges,
my flocks have decreased,
8dum cadit agna frequens
while my lambs are constantly being killed;
9non porcus, non chortis aves, non ova supersunt.
There isn't a pig left, nor any birds in my hen-coop, nor even any eggs.
10aut vigil aut dormi, Nasidiane, tibi.
Either stay awake, Nasidianus, or keep your sleeping to yourself.