Classic Poem

Gnat, swift messenger, fly from me and when you touch the tip of Zenophile's ear, murmur this:
" Sleepless he waits you, but you sleep, O heavy-eyed forgetter of your lover! "
Fly! Hey, friend of the Muse, fly! But hum gently lest you waken her husband and arouse his jealousy against me.
If you bring her here I will gird you with a lion's skin, O most magnanimous gnat, and I will give you a club to carry in your hand!