Carmina

Catullus

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

  1. Soiling my hoary hairs with dust and ashes commingled;
  2. Then will I hang stained sails fast-made to the wavering yard-arms,
  3. So shall our mourning thought and burning torture of spirit
  4. Show by the dark sombre-dye of Iberian canvas spread.
  5. But, grant me the grace Who dwells in Sacred Itone,
  6. (And our issue to guard and ward the seats of Erechtheus
  7. Sware She) that if your right is besprent with blood of the Man-Bull,
  8. Then do you so-wise act, and stored in memory's heart-core
  9. Dwell these mandates of me, no time their traces untracing.
  10. Dip, when first shall arise our hills to gladden your eye-glance,
  11. Down from your every mast the ill-omened vestments of mourning,
  12. Then let the twisten ropes upheave the whitest of canvas,
  13. Wherewith splendid shall gleam the tallest spars of the top-mast,
  14. These seeing sans delay with joy exalting my spirit
  15. Well shall I wot boon Time sets you returning before me."

  16. Such were the mandates which stored at first in memory constant
  17. Faded from Theseus' mind like mists, compelled by the whirlwind,
  18. Fleet from aerial crests of mountains hoary with snow-drifts.
  19. But as the sire had sought the citadel's summit for outlook,
  20. Wasting his anxious eyes with tear-floods evermore flowing,
  21. Forthright e'en as he saw the sail-gear darkened with dye-stain,