Bkiii:Xx The Conflict

Pyrrhus, you can’t see how dangerous it is to touch the Gaetulian lioness’ cub? Soon you’ll be running from all that hard fighting, a spiritless thief, while she goes searching for lovely Nearchus, through obstructive crowds of young men: ah, surely the fight will be great, whether the prize is yours, or, more likely, hers. Meanwhile, as you produce your swift arrows, as she is sharpening her fearsome teeth, the battle’s fine judge is said to have trampled the palm leaf, beneath his bare foot, and he’s cooling his shoulders, draped in perfumed hair, in the gentle breeze, just like Nireus, or like Ganymede, who was snatched away from Ida rich in streams.