I have lived [my life], [until] recently attractive to girls,
and have fought not without distinction;
[but] now my weapons and my lyre finished with war
will be held by this wall,
which protects the left side of sea-born Venus.
Here, here lay the gleaming torches
and crowbars and bows
used to threaten barred doors.
O goddess, you who dwell in blessed Cyprus and
Memphis free from Thracian snow,
o queen, with your uplifted whip
strike Chloe, for once so awkward.