Light of my life, let me not give you
further cause for offence,
as I have done so mindlessly of late.
Among my many blunders, I confess (foolish girl),
the one I shall most bitterly regret
is that last night I ran away - deserted you,
in panic that I might betray my passion.
Ne tibi sim, mea lux, aeque iam fervida cura
ac videor paucos ante fuisse dies,
si quicquam tota commisi stulta iuventa,
cuius me fatear paenituisse magis,
hesterna quam te solum quod nocte reliqui,
ardorem cupiens dissimulare meum.
(freely translated from the Latin)