Sirmio! Eyelet of islands and
peninsulas, which each Neptune holds whether in limpid lakes or on the wide sea,
how gladly and how happily do I see you again, scarcely believing that I've left
behind Thynia and the Bithynian plains, and that I gaze on you safe and sound. O
what greater blessing than cares released, when the mind casts down its burden,
and when wearied with the toil of travel we reach our hearth, and rest in the
long-for bed. This and only this repays our numerous labors. Hail, lovely
Sirmio, and rejoice in your master;
and rejoice, you waves of the Lybian lake; laugh, you laughters echoing from my
home.
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