Comparisons

Little Sparrow, bird of Kypris, sing with our first desires! The

fresh bodies of the young girls are covered with flowers like the

earth. The night of all our dreams is approaching and we talk of it

amongst ourselves.

Sometimes, we compare together our beauties so different, our hair

already long, our young breasts still small, our puberties round like

quails and hidden under the nascent down.

Yesterday, I fought this way with Melanthô my elder. She was

proud of her breasts which had grown in a month, and, pointing to my

flat tunic, she called me Little Child.

Not a single man could see us, we got naked in front of the girls,

and, if she won on one point, I won by far on the others. Little

Sparrow, bird of Kypris, sing with our first desires!