Poem for my Gallic Girl (work in progress)
Cantus sit Gallae, sī sint mea carmina digna;
Quid mea fīt Gallā scripta rogante? Labor.
Hīc labor optimus est: elegīam scrībere Gallae;
Hōc tibi sī placeat, Galla, poēma, bonum est!
Let my Gallic girl have song
if my songs are worthy.
What happens when she asks for one,
written out? Hard work.
But it is excellent work,
to write song for her.
If this poem please you,
Gallic beauty, only then is it good.