And because I found this on Wiki, I thought I'd put it here:
A free-verse translation of the Latin text:
Let us live, my (Harry), and love. As for all the rumors of those stern old men, Let us value them at a mere penny.
Suns may set and yet rise again, but Us, with our brief light, can set but once. The night which falls is one never-ending sleep.
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred. Then, another thousand, and a second hundred. Then, yet another thousand, and a hundred.
(And Harry rolls over and cuts him off, but the rest goes thus)
Then, when we have counted up many thousands, Let us shake the abacus[3], so that no one may know the number, And become jealous when they see How many kisses we have shared.
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Amazingly cool tale, that I loved.
Date: 2009-12-24 07:37 am (UTC)A free-verse translation of the Latin text:
Let us live, my (Harry), and love.
As for all the rumors of those stern old men,
Let us value them at a mere penny.
Suns may set and yet rise again, but
Us, with our brief light, can set but once.
The night which falls is one never-ending sleep.
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred.
Then, another thousand, and a second hundred.
Then, yet another thousand, and a hundred.
(And Harry rolls over and cuts him off, but the rest goes thus)
Then, when we have counted up many thousands,
Let us shake the abacus[3], so that no one may know the number,
And become jealous when they see
How many kisses we have shared.