Carmina 5

Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love
And let us judge all of the rumors of the rather severe old men
To be worth just one penny
The suns are able to fall and rise
When that brief light has fallen for us
We must sleep a never ending night
Give me a thousand kisses, then another hundred
Then another thousand, then a second hundred
Then yet another thousand more, then another hundred
Then, when we have made many thousands
We will mix them all up so that we don't know how many
And so that no one can be jealous of us when he finds out
How many kisses we have shared