Carmina
Catullus
Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.
- Settler of Grecian strain on the Canopian strand.
- So willed various Gods, lest sole 'mid lights of the Heavens
- Should Ariadne's crown taken from temples of her
- Glitter in gold, but we not less shine fulgent in splendour,
- We the consecrate spoils shed by a blond-hued head,
- Even as weeping-wet sought I the fanes of Celestials
- Placed me the Goddess a new light amid star-lights of old:
- For with Virgo in touch and joining the furious Lion's
- Radiance with Callisto, maid of Lyc´on beloved,
- Wind I still to the west, conducting tardy Boötes,
- Who unwilling and slow must into Ocean merge.
- Yet though press me o'night the pacing footprints of Godheads,
- Tethys, hoary of hair, ever regains me by day.
- (Lend me thy leave to speak such words, Rhamnusian Virgin,
- Verities like unto these never in fear will I veil;
- Albeit every star asperse me with enemy's censure,
- Secrets in soothfast heart hoarded perforce I reveal.)
- Nowise gladdens me so this state as absence torments me,
- Absence doomëd for aye ta'en fro' my mistress's head,
- Where I was wont (though she such cares unknew in her girlhood)
- Many a thousand scents, Syrian unguents, to sip.
- Now do you pair conjoined by the longed-for light of the torches,
- Earlier yield not selves unto unanimous wills
- Nor wi' the dresses doft your barèd nipples encounter,
- Ere shall yon onyx-vase pour me libations glad,
- Onyx yours, ye that seek only rights of virtuous bed-rite.
- But who yieldeth herself unto advowtry impure,
- Ah! may her loathed gifts in light dust uselessly soak,
- For of unworthy sprite never a gift I desire.
- Rather, 0 new-mated brides, be concord aye your companion,
- Ever let constant love dwell in the dwellings of you.