I’m really stuck on this line, it’s from Virgil’s eclogues:
hinc tibi, quae semper, vicino ab limite saepes
Hyblaeis apibus florem depasta salicti
saepe levi somnum suadebit inire susurro;
Here to you, as always, the hedges from your neighbours land,
having given as food the flower of the willow-grove to the Hyblean bees,
often with light humming will induce you to go to sleep.
Now, the biggest problem I have with ...