Carmina

Catullus

Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.

  1. The which affecting stranger steads as bound in exile's brunt
  2. My sect pursuing led by me have nerved you to confront
  3. The raging surge of salty sea and ocean's tyrant hand
  4. As your hate of Venus' hest your manly forms unmann'd,
  5. Gladden your souls, ye mistresses, with sense of error bann'd.
  6. Drive from your spirits dull delay, together follow ye
  7. To hold of Phrygian goddess, home of Phrygian Cybebe,
  8. Where loud the cymbal's voice resounds with timbrel-echoes blending,
  9. And where the Phrygian piper drones grave bass from reed a-bending,
  10. Where toss their ivy-circled heads with might the Maenades
  11. Where ply mid shrilly lullilooes the holiest mysteries,
  12. Where to fly here and there be wont the she-god's vaguing train,
  13. Thither behoves us lead the dance in quick-step hasty strain."
  14. Soon as had Atys (bastard-she) this lay to comrades sung
  15. The Chorus sudden lulliloos with quivering, quavering tongue,
  16. Again the nimble timbrel groans, the scooped-out cymbals clash,
  17. And up green Ida flits the Choir, with footsteps hurrying rash
  18. Then Atys frantic, panting, raves, a-wandering, lost, insane,
  19. And leads with timbrel hent and treads the shades where shadows rain,
  20. Like heifer spurning load of yoke in yet unbroken pride;
  21. And the swift Gallae follow fain their first and fleet-foot guide.
  22. But when the home of Cybele they make with toil out-worn
  23. O'er much, they lay them down to sleep and gifts of Ceres scorn;
  24. Till heavy slumbers seal their eyelids langourous, drooping lowly,
  25. And raving frenzy flies each brain departing softly, slowly.
  26. But when Dan Sol with radiant eyes that fire his face of gold
  27. Surveyed white aether and solid soil and waters uncontrol'd,
  28. And chased with steeds sonorous-hooved the shades of lingering night,
  29. Then sleep from waking Atys fled fleeting with sudden flight,
  30. By Nymph Pasithae welcomed to palpitating breast.
  31. Thus when his frenzy raging rash was soothed to gentlest rest,
  32. Atys revolved deeds lately done, as thought from breast unfolding,
  33. And what he'd lost and what he was with lucid sprite beholding,
  34. To shallows led by surging soul again the way 'gan take.
  35. There casting glance of weeping eyes where vasty billows brake,
  36. Sad-voiced in pitifullest lay his native land bespake.
  37. "Country of me, Creatress mine, born to thee and bred,
  38. By hapless me abandoned as by thrall from lordling fled,
  39. When me to Ida's groves and glades these vaguing footsteps bore
  40. To tarry 'mid the snows and where lurk beasts in antres frore
  41. And seek the deeply hidden lairs where furious ferals meet!
  42. Where, Country! whither placed must I now hold thy site and seat?
  43. Lief would these balls of eyes direct to thee their line of sight,
  44. Which for a while, a little while, would free me from despite.
  45. Must I for ever roam these groves from house and home afar?