Carmina
Catullus
Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.
- Since such fortune in me, and in you such boiling of valour
- Tear you away from me so loath, whose eyes in their languor
- Never are sated with sight of my son, all-dearest of figures.
- Nor will I send you forth with joy that gladdens my bosom,
- Nor will I suffer you show boon signs of favouring Fortune,
- But from my soul I'll first express an issue of sorrow,
- Soiling my hoary hairs with dust and ashes commingled;
- Then will I hang stained sails fast-made to the wavering yard-arms,
- So shall our mourning thought and burning torture of spirit
- Show by the dark sombre-dye of Iberian canvas spread.
- But, grant me the grace Who dwells in Sacred Itone,
- (And our issue to guard and ward the seats of Erechtheus
- Sware She) that if your right is besprent with blood of the Man-Bull,
- Then do you so-wise act, and stored in memory's heart-core
- Dwell these mandates of me, no time their traces untracing.
- Dip, when first shall arise our hills to gladden your eye-glance,
- Down from your every mast the ill-omened vestments of mourning,
- Then let the twisten ropes upheave the whitest of canvas,
- Wherewith splendid shall gleam the tallest spars of the top-mast,
- These seeing sans delay with joy exalting my spirit
- Well shall I wot boon Time sets you returning before me."
- Such were the mandates which stored at first in memory constant
- Faded from Theseus' mind like mists, compelled by the whirlwind,
- Fleet from aerial crests of mountains hoary with snow-drifts.
- But as the sire had sought the citadel's summit for outlook,
- Wasting his anxious eyes with tear-floods evermore flowing,
- Forthright e'en as he saw the sail-gear darkened with dye-stain,
- Headlong himself flung he from the sea-cliff's pinnacled summit
- Holding his Theseus lost by doom of pitiless Fortune.
- Thus as he came to the home funest, his roof-tree paternal,
- Theseus (vaunting the death), what dule to the maiden of Minos
- Dealt with unminding mind so dree'd he similar dolour.
- She too gazing in grief at the kelson vanishing slowly,
- Self-wrapt, manifold cares revolved in spirit perturbed.
- But from the further side came flitting bright-faced Iacchus
- Girded by Satyr-crew and Nysa-reared Sileni
- Burning with love unto thee (Ariadne!) and greeting thy presence. ---
- Who flocking eager to fray did rave with infuriate spirit,
- "Evoe" frenzying loud, with heads at "Evoe" rolling.
- Brandisht some of the maids their thyrsi sheathed of spear-point,
- Some snatcht limbs and joints of sturlings rended to pieces,