Pyramus and Thisbe
Pyramus and Thisbe, one the most handsome of young men,
The other, having been preferred to the girls that the orient held,
Had adjacent homes, where Semiramis
To have enclosed the city with walls made of bricks.
Proximity caused acquaintance and first steps;
Love increased with time. Torches also would have joined (them) in the bond of marriage,
But their fathers forbade (it); but what they were unable to prevent,
They both were burning equally with captive minds.
All witness is gone, with a nod of the head and signs they speak,
Also the more the fire was hidden, the more, being concealed, the fire burned fiercely.
Having been split by a little crack the wall was, which had once developed,
When it was made, common to each house.
That flaw known to no one through a long period of time (generation)—
What does love not feel?—you lovers first saw,
And you made the journey of voice; and through that safe
Compliments were accustomed to cross with the smallest murmur.
Often, when they stood Thisbe here, Pyramus there,
And in turn had been with breath having been seized at and inhaled by the mouth,
“Oh malevolent wall,” they said, “why do you oppose lovers?
How great would it be, to allow us be joined by the whole body
Or, if this is too much, you might stand open for kisses to at least be given?
Nor are we ungrateful: we admit to owe to you,
that there was given a passage for words to friendly ears.’
Having spoken such things in vain from different places
at nightfall they said farewell and each gave to their own side
a kiss, not reaching the other [side of the wall].
And while she flees (was fleeing), she left her veil having slipped from her back.
As the fierce lioness quenched (her) thirst with many waves
While she returned into the woods, she tore with (her) mouth stained with blood the thin cloak
been found by chance without (Thisbe) herself.
Having gone out later, Pyramus saw the tracks
certain animal in the deep sand, and his whole face turned pale;
When he also found the garment soaked in blood,
night,” he said, “will destroy two lovers,
From Thisbe whom was most worthy of long life;
My soul is guilty. I killed you, pitiable girl,