Robinson Ellis - Catullus (Part VII) lyrics

Ask me, Lesbia, what the sum delightful Of thy kisses, enough to charm, to tire me? Multitudinous as the grains on even Lybian sands aromatic of Cyrene; 'Twixt Jove's oracle in the sandy desert And where royally Battus old reposeth; Yea a company vast as in the silence Stars which stealthily gaze on happy lovers; E'en so many the kisses I to kiss thee Count, wild lover, enough to charm, to tire me; These no curious eye can wholly number, Tongue of jealousy ne'er bewitch nor harm them.