Byblis is laying down, naked, on her couch,
She is tormented and agitated
And makes her body, trembling
By slipping her fingers on her breasts
On her belly and along her solar plexus;
Then she caresses the lips of her vulva
And penetrates herself lengthily
While groaning with dolour
More than of pleasure.
Byblis seems tormented
By nightmares
Or from pretty dreams which she maintains this way
To mislead her carnal desires;
She gives herself some pleasure at night
Whereas she suffers martyrdom when awake.
Byblis dreams
That it is him who penetrates her this way,
That these are his fingers which excavate
At the most deepness of her vulva,
That it is Caunus who rape her this way,
The beautiful Caunus who is her brother
And whom she loves more than a brother
Of a love that could not be between brother and sister.
Byblis and Caunus are twins
Borned from Cyanee the daughter of Meandre;
They resembles each other
And are of a marvellous beauty;
Byblis is involved into a violent desire
For her brother Caunus,
Who is more beautiful than his grandfather Apollon,
She loves him not as a sister for her brother
Nor in the way how she should.
She adorns herself with jewels to see him
While worrying to appear always beautiful
And if some more beautiful woman than herself
Is there with her brother
She is jealous of her,
Like a wife towards her husband
Or a misled mistress.
She loves her brother Caunus
Of a love that could not be between sister and brother.
At the beginning, Byblis is ignorant of the feeling
That she maintains for this brother,
She does not think she is making a mistake
Because she unites, too often
Her lips with his
And that she surrounds of her arms
The neck of her brother;
She is this way, deceived by misleading appearances
Of an affection which seems legitimate to her,
But little by little this love deviates
And in her heart,
It is a boiling of carnal passion
Which wakes up.
She hates being call, sister
And she prefers that he calls her Byblis
She does not call him anymore my brother
And rather says my Master,
She avoids all that can let believe
That he is her brother and that she is his sister.
Awaked, she does not dare yet
Let her spirit sherish
Any shameless hopes,
She is discrete and she avoids letting appears
What afflicts her heart.
Often in her sleep
She sees what she loves
Whereas she is united with her brother,
But when waking up
She reddens with shame about it;
She looks back at the image of whom
Who visited her sleep
And is astonished to see there, the image of her brother.
And unhappy she says to herself:
"What this vision tells me
In the silence of the night
And how much I would like to love him
If he were not my brother?
But I am her sister
And I do not want, awaked,
Commit nothing like that." "But I have such pleasure to remember myself
From the pleasure of my nights
From the pleasure on my couch
And of the shivers at the most deepness of my flesh,
That I pray for these too short dreams
To visit me again every night." "How I would like, Caunus
Change my name to be able to unite myself to you;
The gods are more favoured
Them, whom have possessed their sisters!""How would I like to perish
Instead of commit this fault,
So that dead, Caunus my brother
Would lavish my corpse with his kisses!""And if it were him who, at first,
Had felt in love for me,
Perhaps could I, without sinning,
Give up to his heats?""How I would like to declare my love to him
But shame prevents me from speaking!
Perhaps a letter, secretly
Would do better, the consent of my hidden heats for Him?"
Byblis is allured by this idea,
She then writes a letter to her brother
Which she let her maidservant deposit beside him,
And which is read as follows:
"How ashame I am to give you my name!
I did everything to cure myself
Of my insane heat
But I am overcomed and forced to acknowledge it
And from you only can come,
Salvation or the loss of whom who loves you."
"It is a woman who speaks to you that way
And not a sister so close to you
That she wishes being it more
And unite herself to you like a husband.
The embraces, the kisses, the tenderness
That we exchange under the cover of fraternal affection
Hides a more profound love
And what is lacking to our union.""Take in pity whom who loves you
And whose passion has reached the paroxysm
Constrains her to declare to you, this bold love;
I do not deserve, Caunus, by your refusal,
That you would be the author of my death."
The anger of Caunus is immense
By reading the letter of his sister,
He takes is revenge with the messenger
And suddenly he rapes her.
Filled with shame, he ignore the feelings of Byblis.
Caunus decides to flee his fatherland.
Instead of killing his sister
He believes he will kill the desire on her,
He goes away on a foreign country
Lays the foundations of less sacrilege relations.
It was said that the daughter of Miletus
Was plunged into despair
And that she lost the reason;
Taken by fury
She tored her dress and discovered her breast
And she wounded of blows her body,
Then she gave up her fatherland
To follow the traces of her fugitive brother,
She was not seen back since, in the country of her father.
Byblis is laying down, naked, on her couch,
She is tormented and agitated,
And he does not cease making her body, trembling
By slipping his fingers on her breasts
On her belly and along her solar plexus
Then he embraces the lips of her vulva
And he lengthily penetrates her
By making her groan with pleasure
More than of love.
They met the day before
In a bulge of the country of Cariens,
And they copulated during all night,
Then they rested after the effort
And she asked him his name:
"My name is Caunus and you?"
And Byblis says to him: ",
Strange, I had a brother,
But my memory is not very faithful
I believe that his name was also Caunus
For myself, my name is Byblis."
By hearing these words,
Caunus leaves Byblis precipitately
Without never giving her the reason,
And no one has ever seen him since.
Did it never come to the mind of Byblis
That night, how she shared her couch
With this so much loved brother?
Byblis does not cease to accommodate the offerings
Of the adventurous males who wanders indolent
By the regions of Limyre, of Lycie or Cragos
She then closes her eyes and she imagines
That she nourishes herself with the bewitched sperm of Caunus.
"Thus girls, I tell you this,
Dream, close your eyes, enjoy and make love
But retain from the story of Byblis
To limit yourself
Only to allowed loves."
Byblis dreams That it is him who penetrates her this way, That these are his fingers which excavate At the most deepness of her vulva, That it is Caunus who rape her this way, The beautiful Caunus who is her brother And whom she loves more than a brother Of a love that could not be between brother and sister. Byblis and Caunus are twins Borned from Cyanee the daughter of Meandre; They resembles each other And are of a marvellous beauty; Byblis is involved into a violent desire For her brother Caunus, Who is more beautiful than his grandfather Apollon, She loves him not as a sister for her brother Nor in the way how she should. She adorns herself with jewels to see him While worrying to appear always beautiful And if some more beautiful woman than herself Is there with her brother She is jealous of her, Like a wife towards her husband Or a misled mistress.
She loves her brother Caunus Of a love that could not be between sister and brother. At the beginning, Byblis is ignorant of the feeling That she maintains for this brother, She does not think she is making a mistake Because she unites, too often Her lips with his And that she surrounds of her arms The neck of her brother; She is this way, deceived by misleading appearances Of an affection which seems legitimate to her, But little by little this love deviates And in her heart, It is a boiling of carnal passion Which wakes up. She hates being call, sister And she prefers that he calls her Byblis She does not call him anymore my brother And rather says my Master, She avoids all that can let believe That he is her brother and that she is his sister. Awaked, she does not dare yet Let her spirit sherish Any shameless hopes, She is discrete and she avoids letting appears What afflicts her heart.
Often in her sleep She sees what she loves Whereas she is united with her brother, But when waking up She reddens with shame about it; She looks back at the image of whom Who visited her sleep And is astonished to see there, the image of her brother. And unhappy she says to herself: "What this vision tells me In the silence of the night And how much I would like to love him If he were not my brother? But I am her sister And I do not want, awaked, Commit nothing like that." "But I have such pleasure to remember myself From the pleasure of my nights From the pleasure on my couch And of the shivers at the most deepness of my flesh, That I pray for these too short dreams To visit me again every night." "How I would like, Caunus Change my name to be able to unite myself to you; The gods are more favoured Them, whom have possessed their sisters!" "How would I like to perish Instead of commit this fault, So that dead, Caunus my brother Would lavish my corpse with his kisses!" "And if it were him who, at first, Had felt in love for me, Perhaps could I, without sinning, Give up to his heats?" "How I would like to declare my love to him But shame prevents me from speaking! Perhaps a letter, secretly Would do better, the consent of my hidden heats for Him?"
Byblis is allured by this idea, She then writes a letter to her brother Which she let her maidservant deposit beside him, And which is read as follows: "How ashame I am to give you my name! I did everything to cure myself Of my insane heat But I am overcomed and forced to acknowledge it And from you only can come, Salvation or the loss of whom who loves you." "It is a woman who speaks to you that way And not a sister so close to you That she wishes being it more And unite herself to you like a husband. The embraces, the kisses, the tenderness That we exchange under the cover of fraternal affection Hides a more profound love And what is lacking to our union." "Take in pity whom who loves you And whose passion has reached the paroxysm Constrains her to declare to you, this bold love; I do not deserve, Caunus, by your refusal, That you would be the author of my death." The anger of Caunus is immense By reading the letter of his sister, He takes is revenge with the messenger And suddenly he rapes her. Filled with shame, he ignore the feelings of Byblis. Caunus decides to flee his fatherland. Instead of killing his sister He believes he will kill the desire on her, He goes away on a foreign country Lays the foundations of less sacrilege relations. It was said that the daughter of Miletus Was plunged into despair And that she lost the reason; Taken by fury She tored her dress and discovered her breast And she wounded of blows her body, Then she gave up her fatherland To follow the traces of her fugitive brother, She was not seen back since, in the country of her father.
Byblis is laying down, naked, on her couch, She is tormented and agitated, And he does not cease making her body, trembling By slipping his fingers on her breasts On her belly and along her solar plexus Then he embraces the lips of her vulva And he lengthily penetrates her By making her groan with pleasure More than of love. They met the day before In a bulge of the country of Cariens, And they copulated during all night, Then they rested after the effort And she asked him his name: "My name is Caunus and you?" And Byblis says to him: ", Strange, I had a brother, But my memory is not very faithful I believe that his name was also Caunus For myself, my name is Byblis." By hearing these words, Caunus leaves Byblis precipitately Without never giving her the reason, And no one has ever seen him since. Did it never come to the mind of Byblis That night, how she shared her couch With this so much loved brother?
Byblis does not cease to accommodate the offerings Of the adventurous males who wanders indolent By the regions of Limyre, of Lycie or Cragos She then closes her eyes and she imagines That she nourishes herself with the bewitched sperm of Caunus. "Thus girls, I tell you this, Dream, close your eyes, enjoy and make love But retain from the story of Byblis To limit yourself Only to allowed loves."