Carmina

Catullus

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

  1. While a fine drawn thread checked steps in wander abounding,
  2. Lest when issuing forth of the winding maze labyrinthine
  3. Baffled become his track by inobservable error.
  4. But for what cause should I, from early subject digressing,
  5. Tell of the daughter who the face of her sire unseeing,
  6. Eke her sister's embrace nor less her mother's endearments,
  7. Who in despair bewept her hapless child that so gladly
  8. Chose before every and each the lively wooing of Theseus?
  9. Or how borne by the ship to the yeasting shore-line of Dia
  10. Came she? or how when bound her eyes in bondage of slumber
  11. Left her that chosen mate with mind unmindful departing?
  12. Often (they tell) with heart inflamed by fiery fury
  13. Poured she shrilling of shrieks from deepest depths of her bosom;
  14. Now she would sadly scale the broken faces of mountains,
  15. Whence she might overglance the boundless boiling of billows,
  16. Then she would rush to bestem the salt-plain's quivering wavelet
  17. And from her ankles bare the dainty garment uplifting,
  18. Spoke she these words ('tis said) from sorrow's deepest abysses,
  19. While from her tear-drencht face outburst cold shivering sobs.
  20. "Thus from my patrial shore, O traitor, hurried to exile,
  21. Me on a lonely strand hast left, perfidious Theseus?
  22. Thus wise farest, despite the godhead of Deities spurned,
  23. (Reckless, alas!) to your home convoying perjury-curses?
  24. Naught, then, ever availed that mind of cruelest counsel
  25. Alter? No saving grace in you was evermore ready,
  26. That to have pity on me vouchsafed your pitiless bosom?
  27. Nevertheless not in past time such were the promises wordy
  28. Lavished; nor such hopes to me the hapless were bidden;
  29. But the glad married joys, the longed-for pleasures of wedlock.
  30. All now empty and vain, by breath of the breezes bescattered!
  31. Now, let woman no more trust her to man when he sweareth,
  32. Ne'er let her hope to find or truth or faith in his pleadings,
  33. Who when lustful thought forelooks to somewhat attaining,
  34. Never an oath they fear, shall spare no promise to promise.
  35. Yet no sooner they sate all lewdness and lecherous fancy,
  36. Nothing remember of words and reck they naught of fore-swearing.
  37. Certes, you did I snatch from midmost whirlpool of ruin
  38. Deadly, and held it cheap loss of a brother to suffer
  39. Rather than fail your need (O false!) at hour the supremest.
  40. Therefore my limbs are doomed to be torn of birds, and of ferals
  41. Prey, nor shall upheapt Earth afford a grave to my body.
  42. Say me, what lioness bare you 'neath lone rock of the desert?
  43. What sea spued you conceived from out the spume of his surges!
  44. What manner Syrt, what ravening Scylla, what vasty Charybdis?
  45. you who for sweet life saved such meeds are lief of returning!