Catullus+68.+1-24

The fact that you, having been overwhelmed with bitter fortune and circumstance,
 * Quod mihi fortuna casuque oppressus acerbo**

**conscriptum hoc lacrimis mittis epistolium,** send me this little letter, having been written with tears

so that i support and restore from the threshold of death the ship wrecked sailor
 * naufragum ut eiectum spumantibus aequoris undis**

**sublevem et a mortis limine restituam,** having been cast ashore by the foaming waves of the sea

whom scared Venus does neither permits to rest in soft sleep,
 * (5)quem neque sancta Venus molli requiescere somno**

**desertum in lecto caelibe perpetitur,** deserted in a spouseless bed,

nor do the Muses delight with sweet songs of ancient writers
 * nec veterum dulci scriptorum carmine Musae**

**oblectant, cum mens anxia pervigilat:** when the anxious mind keeps awake:

it is pleasing to me, since you say that i am your friend
 * id gratum est mihi, me quoniam tibi dicis amicum,**

and you seek from me gifts from both the Muses and the Venus
 * (10)	muneraque et Musarum hinc petis et Veneris.**

But so that my misfortunes are not unknown to you, Manius,
 * Sed tibi ne mea sint ignota incommoda, Mani,**

**neu me odisse putes hospitis officium,** or so that you would not think that i hate the duty of a guest

accept (these things), with which waves of fortune i, myself, am drowned,
 * accipe, quis merser fortunae fluctibus ipse,**

**ne amplius a misero dona beata petas.** so that you do not seek blessed gifts from miserable me any longer.

From which time, the pure toga was first given to me
 * (15)	Tempore quo primum vestis mihi tradita pura est,**

**iucundum cum aetas florida ver ageret,** when the blooming age was keeping springtime pleasant,

I played often enough: the goddess is not unaware of us,
 * multa satis lusi: non est dea nescia nostri,**

**quae dulcem curis miscet amaritiem.** who mixes sweet bitterness with cares.

But the death of the brother took away all the zeal from me because of grief.
 * Sed totum hoc studium luctu fraterna mihi mors**

O brother taken away from miserable me,
 * (20)	abstulit. O misero frater adempte mihi,**

You, you dying, shattered my blessings, brother,
 * tu mea tu moriens fregisti commoda, frater,**

**tecum una tota est nostra sepulta domus**, Our whole house was buried with you at the same time,

All our joys have perished together with you,
 * omnia tecum una perierunt gaudia nostra,**

**quae tuus in vita dulcis alebat amor.** Which your sweet love was nourishing in life.