Where are you fleeing to, you madman! You cannot get away anywhere: although you
Run off as far as Tanais, Love will follow you just as far as that.
Not if you ride on Pegasus' back in the air,
Nor if the wing of Perseus moves your feet,
Or if the severed winds rush you off on winged sandals,
Mercurius' high road will be no good to you.
Always Love looms above your head, it looms over the lover,
And with all its weight it sits on top of the neck that was free.
He holds watch sharply and will never let you
Raise your eyes from the ground, once they have been caught.