Catullus+65


 * Catullus 65**

//Even if distress draws me, overwhelmed with constant//
 * Etsi me assiduo confectum cura dolore**

//grief, from the learned maidens, Hortalus,//
 * sevocat a doctis, Ortale, virginibus,**

//my mind (the mind of my soul) is not able to give expression to the sweet offspring//
 * nec potis est dulcis Musarum expromere fetus**

//of the Muses, it itself seethes with such great evils -//
 * mens animi, tantis fluctuat ipsa malis –**

f//or recently a flowing wave has wet the pale little//
 * (5) namque mei nuper Lethaeo gurgite fratris**

//foot/feet of my brother with the water of Lethe/Lethean water,//
 * pallidulum manans alluit unda pedem,**

//(my brother) whom, snatched from our/my eyes, the Trojan//
 * Troia Rhoeteo quem subter litore tellus**

//land crushes under the Rhoetean/Trojan shore.//
 * ereptum nostris obterit ex oculis.**

//Will I never look upon you after this/hereafter, brother//
 * (10) numquam ego te, vita frater amabilior,**

//more worthy to be loved than life? But certainly I will always love (you),//
 * aspiciam posthac? At certe semper amabo,**

//I will always sing songs sad with your death/ I will always sing sad songs because of your death,//
 * semper maesta tua carmina morte canam,**

//of such as sort as the Daulian sings under the dense shadows//
 * qualia sub densis ramorum concinit umbris**

//of the branches, lamenting the fates of devoured/consumed Itylus. -//
 * Daulias, absumpti fata gemens Ityli. –**

//But nevertheless I send these translated songs of Callimachus/the Son of Battus//
 * (15) sed tamen in tantis maeroribus, Ortale, mitto**

//to you, Hortalus, in such great sadnesses,//
 * haec expressa tibi carmina Battiadae,**

//so that you would not think that your words, trusted to the wandering//
 * ne tua dicta vagis nequiquam credita ventis**

//winds in vain, have slipped away from my mind by chance,//
 * effluxisse meo forte putes animo,**

//just as an apple, sent as the secret gift of a bridegroom,//
 * ut missum sponsi furtivo munere malum**

//runs forth from the chaste lap of a maiden,//
 * (20) procurrit casto virginis e gremio,**

//which, placed under the soft garment of the miserable girl, having forgotten,//
 * quod miserae oblitae molli sub veste locatum,**

//while/when she jumps up at the arrival of her mothers, is shaken out,// //and it is driven headlong in a downward course,//
 * dum adventu matris prosilit, excutitur,**
 * atque illud prono praeceps agitur decursu,**

//a knowing red flows in the sad face for/of this (girl).//
 * huic manat tristi conscius ore rubor.**