Love will not let the poet sleep

Petronius: Love Will Not Let the Poet Sleep
lecto compositus vix prima silentia noctis
carpebam et somno lumina victa dabam,
cum me saevus Amor prensat sursumque capillis
excitat et lacerum pervigilare iubet.
«u famulus meus" inquit "ames cum mille puellas,
solus, io, solus, dure, iacere potes?"
exsilio et pedibus nudis tunicaque soluta
one iter impedio, nullum iter expedio.

^^Having settled myself in bed, I was just beginning to enjoy the first stillness of the night and with my eyes overcome with tiredness, I was falling asleep when cruel Love grabs me and pulls me up by the hair and orders me in my shattered state to stay awake. "You're my slave,” he said, "although you are the lover of a thousand girls, can you just lie to them on your own, hey, hast, stubbornly?" I jumped out of bed and with bare feet and a loose tunic I block every road but I free no route.^^

nune propero, nune ire piget, rursumque redire
paenitet, et pudor est stare via media.
ecce tacent voces hominum strepitusque viarum
et volucrum cantus turbaque fida canum:
solus ego ex cunctis pave somnumque torumque,
et sequor imperium, magne Cupido, tuum.

^^Now on I am hurrying, now it disgusts me to go on it makes me sorry to go back, and I am ashamed of standing in the middle of the street. “Look", People’s voices are silent as if the noise of the streets, and the songs of birds and the loyal mob of dogs, alone out of everyone am terrified of both sleep and my bed and I follow your command, great Cupid.^^