quae cum Sidoniae nocturna ligamina mitrae solverit atque oculos moverit illa gravis, afflabunt tibi non Arabum de gramine odores, sed quos ipse suis fecit Amor manibus.
When she unties the strings of her Sidonian nightcap and lifts her eyes heavy with sleep, no perfumes of Arabian spices will waft upon you but those devised by Love with his very own hands.
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