1quaeris, quot mihi basiationes
You ask, my Lesbia, how many of your kisses
2tuae, Lesbia, sint satis superque.
are enough and more than enough for me.
3quam magnus numerus Libyssae harenae
As big a number as the Libyan grains of sand
4lasarpiciferis iacet Cyrenis
that lie at silphium-producing Cyrene
5oraclum Iovis inter aestuosi
between the oracle of sultry Jupiter
6et Batti veteris sacrum sepulcrum;
and the sacred tomb of old Battus;
7aut quam sidera multa, cum tacet nox,
Or as many stars, when the night is silent,
8furtivos hominum vident amores:
see the secret love affairs of men:
9tam te basia multa basiare
That is how many kisses
10vesano satis et super Catullo est,
are enough and more than enough for mad Catullus to kiss you,
11quae nec pernumerare curiosi
which neither the inquisitive are able to count
12possint nec mala fascinare lingua.
nor an evil tongue bewitch.