�Issa is more frolicsome than Catulla's sparrow. Issa is purer than a dove's kiss. Issa is gentler than a maiden. Issa is more precious than Indian gems....Lest the last days that she sees light should snatch her from him forever, Publius has had her picture painted.�
The full poem and a more literal translation, though less poetic, but equally endearing translation is below. Note how he is feigns amazement at Issa�s being housebroken, �And when overcome by nature's longing, never by one drop does she betray the coverlet��
Issa is naughtier than Catullus� sparrow
Issa is purer than a Dove's kiss
Issa is more coaxing than any maid
Issa is more precious than Indian pearls,
Issa is Publius' darling lap dog
If she whines, you'll think she is speaking,
she feels sadness and joy.
Resting her neck she takes her sleep so softly her breathings are not heard.
And when overcome by nature's longing,
never by one drop does she betray the coverlet,
but with wheedling paw she rouses you,
warns you to put her down from the bed and to lift her.
That death should not rob him of her altogether,
Publius portrays Issa in a picture,
wherein you will see an Issa so like, the dog herself is so like herself.
In fine, set Issa alongside her picture:
you will think that either each is genuine, or you will think that each is painted.