Trionfo Di Afrodite: Epitalamo: Iam Licet Venia, Marite Lyrics

IAM LICET VENIAS, MARITE

Iam licet venias, marite:/ You may come now, bridgedoom
Uxor in thalamo tibi est, /your wife is in the marriage chamber
Ore floridulo nitens,/and her countenance is flowery and radiant
Alba parthenice velut / like the white pearl or
Luteumve papauer. / the saffron poppy

At, marite, ita me iuvent / But thus, bridgedoom
Caelites, nihilo minus / you are no less handsome
Pulcer es, neque te Venus / and Venus doesn't neglect you
Neglegit. sed abit dies: / but the day is ending
Perge, ne remorare. / keep on, don't waste time

Non diu remoratus es: / You haven't waited long
Iam venis. bona te Venus / now you're coming. May good Venus
Iuverit, quoniam palam / help you, because what you desire
Quod cupis cupis, et bonum / you desire it plainly
Non abscondis amorem. / and you don't conceal your good love

Ille pulveris Africi / May he counts the sands in Africa
Siderumque micantium / and the number of blinking stars
Subducat numerum prius, / before he wants to count
Qui vestri numerare volt / your many thousands
Multa milia ludi./of love-games

Claudite ostia, virgines: / Quit playing with maidens
Lusimus satis. at boni / when games are enough
Coniuges, bene vivite et / then live in a good marriage
Munere assiduo valentem / and assiduously try to
Exercete iuventam. / produce children

Ille pulveris Africi
Siderumque micantium
Subducat numerum prius,
Qui vestri numerare volt
Multa milia ludi.

Exercete iuventam.