Begged him: do not fall asleep.
But he did, and in the dark of the night
loneliness took hold of me, like an incubus.
Furious and rough was the onslaught
of unchaste hands: this is the way
a slave ravishes his master's wife,
a soldier rapes a schoolgirl.
- I'll tell my husband!
- You're lying.
- I'll call to him right now!
- You're raving.
You will call to no one.
You have no one to call.

Translation Steven Seymour