You sleep on the leaf-strewn ground, Daphnis, resting your wearied body; and your stakes are newly set up on the mountains.
§3.3ἀγρεύει δέ τυ Πὰν καὶ ὁ τὸν κροκόεντα Πρίηπος §3.4κισσὸν ἐφʼ ἱμερτῷ κρατὶ καθαπτόμενος, §3.5ἄντρον ἔσω στείχοντες ὁμόρροθοι.
But Pan is hunting you, and Priapus, who binds the saffron ivy upon his lovely head, walking together into the cave.
ἀλλὰ τὺ φεῦγε,
But flee!
§3.6φεῦγε μεθεὶς ὕπνου κῶμα καταγρόμενον.
Flee, shaking off the deep sleep that is stealing over you.