"Where’s the joy in stabbing your steel into my dead flesh?/ There’s no place left where I can be dealt fresh wounds." PoetryInTranslation.com, a translation of all of Ovid's exile poetry can be found here by A. S. Kline, 2003
Ov. Rem. VI, 33–36. Translated by A. S. Kline and available in Ovid: Cures for Love (2001).
