He seems to me to be like a god; 
he, if it is lawful to surpass the gods, 
who, sitting opposite, gazes at you repeatedly, 
and listens to you, laughing sweetly, 
which snatches away all senses from miserable me; 
for as soon as I beheld you, Lesbia, nothing is left to me of my voice in my throat. 

But my tongue is numb, 
a subtle flame runs down beneath my limbs, 
my ears ring with their own sound, 
my eyes are covered with twin night. 

Leisure, Catullus, is burdensome to you:
in leisure you exult too much, and you run riot. 
Leisure first ruined both rulers and prosperous cities.