Oramus, si forte non molestum est,
demonstres ubi sint tuae tenebrae.
Te Campo quaesivimus minore,
te in Circo, te in omnibus libellis,
te in templo summi Iovis sacrato.
In Magni simul ambulatione
femellas omnes, amice, prendi,
quas vultu vidi tamen sereno.
Avelte, sic ipse flagitabam,
Camerium mihi pessimae puellae.
Quaedam inquit, nudum reduc...
'en hic in roseis latet papillis.'
Sed te iam ferre Herculi labos est;
tanto te in fastu negas, amice.
Dic nobis ubi sis futurus, ede
audacter, committe, crede luci.
Nunc te lacteolae tenent puellae?
Si linguam clauso tenes in ore,
fructus proicies amoris omnes.
Verbosa gaudet Venus loquella.
Vel, si vis, licet obseres palatum,
dum vestri sim particeps amoris.

We implore you - if perchance it's no trouble -
to point out just where your Shady Nook is.
We've looked for you at the racetracks (both Bijou
and CircMax), checked out all the bookstores, even
cased the temple sacred to Jove Most High.
Likewise, my friend, I collared all the femettes
strolling in Pompey's Portico--but not
one of those innocents batted an eye.
"Give him back!" (that's how I accosted them)
"Give me Camerius, you wicked little maids!"
One of them, making a clean breast of it, said:
"C'm åere yourself: he's hiding--between my pink tits!"
To put up with you now is Ye Labor of Hercules,
you keep your distance with such disdain, dear friend!
Tell us your schedule (when and where), broadcast it
boldly, trust me. Step into the Light of Day!
The Peaches ån' Cream Girls are keeping you, right?
If you keep your tongue sealed up in your mouth,
you'll waste all the tasty fruits of love -
Venus Verbosa likes lots of gossip!
Or, if you want, you can keep your hatch latched,
so long as I get a load of you love!