Carmina

Catullus

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

  1. Say me, what lioness bare you 'neath lone rock of the desert?
  2. What sea spued you conceived from out the spume of his surges!
  3. What manner Syrt, what ravening Scylla, what vasty Charybdis?
  4. you who for sweet life saved such meeds are lief of returning!
  5. If never willed your breast with me to mate you in marriage,
  6. Hating the savage law decreed by primitive parent,
  7. Still of your competence 'twas within your household to home me,
  8. Where I might serve as slave in gladsome service familiar,
  9. Laving your snow-white feet in clearest chrystalline waters
  10. Or with its purpling gear your couch in company strewing.
  11. Yet for what cause should I complain in vain to the winds that unknow me,
  12. (I so beside me with grief!) which ne'er of senses endued
  13. Hear not the words sent forth nor aught avail they to answer?
  14. Now be his course well-nigh engaged in midway of ocean,
  15. Nor any mortal shape appears in barrens of sea-wrack.
  16. Thus at the latest hour with insults over-sufficient
  17. E'en to my plaints fere Fate begrudges ears that would hear me.
  18. Jupiter! Lord of All-might, Oh would in days that are bygone
  19. Ne'er had Cecropian poops toucht ground at Gnossian foreshore,
  20. Nor to the unconquered Bull that tribute direful conveying