The translation of Catullus poem in English:
He seems to me the equal of a god,
he seems, if that may be, the god's superior
who sits face to face with you and again and again
watches and hear you,
sweetly laughing, an experience which robs me
poor wretch, of all my senses; for the moment I set
eyes on you, Lesbia, there remains not a whisper
of voices on my lips
but my tongue is paralysed, a subtle flame
courses through my limbs , with sound self-caused
my two ears ring, and my eyes are
covered in darkness.
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