passer, deliciae meae puellae,
quicum ludere, quem in sinu tenere,
cui primum digitum dare appetenti
et acris solet incitare morsus,
cum desiderio meo nitenti
carum nescio quid lubet iocari
credo, ut cum grauis acquiescet ardor
sit solaciolum sui doloris,
tecum ludere sicut ipsa posse
et tristis animi leuare curas
tam gratum est mihi quam ferunt puellae
pernici aureolum fuisse malum,
quod zonam soluit diu ligatam.

sparrow, darling of my girl,
who she often plays with, who she holds in her lap,
to whom she is in the habit of giving the tip of her finger as it peeks
and stir you to bite her sharply,
when she is gleaming with longing for me
and wants to do some unspecified fooling about
so that when her heavy burning passion rests, i think
she can enjoy a little solace for her pain;
to be able to play with you, like the mistress,
and to raise up the sad passions of my heart,
is as welcome to me as (they say)
the fast girl found the little golden apple
which undid her girdle that had been tied for a long time.