Throwing aside the ruffles in one bold flow.
Like a wedge when it’s struck from above with a blow,
Master Thaddeus sped, barely moving his arms
Into the skirts that hid Telimena’s charms;
And feeling her breasts rising up like waves,
The passionate vision boils the young blood in his veins;
He does not retreat, but hies forward unfazed
To a place one might designate as ecstasy’s craze.
Like a mare when her rider puts spur to her sides
Not heeding deterrents blindly forward he strides
And so Telimena, as if in a spur-stung dance
Threw her body ahead and her lily-white hands
She wrapped around young Thaddeus’s neck.
[trans. MP and Dobrochna Fire]