Discretion

As soon as Damoetas sees Chloe,

he follows her with speaking glances

to express his pleas

And her cheek glows.

She seems to understand his secret pleas

more than by half,

and he is young, and she is beautiful

I won't say any more.

If Cloe is not around,

he leaves distressed;

but he is merrily frolicking,

as soon as he spots her.

He kisses her hand asking a thousand questions

And Chloe indulges it/him,

and he is young, and she is beautiful:

I won't say any more.

She cherishes flowers

And he quenches her thirst daily;

She softly strokes his cheeks

And pins the posy onto her breast.

Her bosom proudly swells because of them.

He is triumphant to see them there,

and he is young, and she is beautiful:

I won't say any more.

If a refreshing, merrily runnig along creak,

Protected by underbrush, invites her

To take a bath in its waves,

He cunningly sneaks close by.

In these hot summer days

He often watched her,

and he is young, and she is beautiful:

I won't say any more.