Lesbia says many bad things of me in front of her man:
These are the source of greatest joy for that fatuous ass.
Fool, do you perceive nothing? If she could forget me and shut up,
She'd be sane: now because she whines and slanders me,
Not only does she remember me, but, what is oh so much worse,
She is angry. That's that, she burns even as she speaks.

Lesbia mi praesente viro mala plurima dicit:
haec illi fatuo maxima laetitia est.
mule, nihil sentis? si nostri oblita taceret,
sana esset: nunc quod gannit et obloquitur,
non solum meminit, sed, quae multo acrior est res,
irata est. hoc est, uritur et loquitur.