CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 2

CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 2 Catullus CI: 'His Brother's Burial' translation by Michael R. Burch 1. Through many lands and over many seas I have journeyed, brother, to these wretched rites, to this final acclamation of the dead... and to speak — however ineffectually — to your voiceless ashes now that Fate has wrested you away from me. Alas, my dear brother, wrenched from my arms so cruelly, accept these last offerings, these small tributes blessed by our fathers' traditions, these small gifts for the dead. Please accept, by custom, these tokens drenched with a brother's tears, and, for all eternity, brother, 'Hail and Farewell.' 2. Through many lands and over many seas I have journeyed, brother, to these wretched rites, to this final acclamation of the dead... and to speak — however ineffectually — to your voiceless ashes now that Fate has wrested you away from me. Alas, my dear brother, wrenched from my arms so cruelly, accept these small tributes, these last gifts, offered in the time-honored manner of our fathers, these final votives. Please accept, by custom, these tokens drenched with a brother's tears, and, for all eternity, brother, 'Hail and Farewell.' [What do the gods know, with their superior airs, wiser than a mother's tears for her lost child? If they had hearts, surely they would be beguiled, repeal the sentence of death! Since they have none, or only hearts of stone, believers, save your breath. —Michael R. Burch, after Catullus] Catullus IIA: 'Lesbia's Sparrow' translation by Michael R. Burch Sparrow, my sweetheart's pet, with whom she plays cradled to her breast, or in her lap, giving you her fingertip to peck, provoking you to nip its nib... Whenever she's flushed with pleasure my gorgeous darling plays such dear little games: to relieve her longings, I suspect, until her ardour abates. Oh, if only I could play with you as gaily, and alleviate my own longings! Catullus V translation by Michael R. Burch Let us live, Lesbia, let us love, and let the judgments of ancient moralists count less than a farthing to us! Suns may set then rise again, but when our brief light sets, we will sleep through perpetual night. Give me a thousand kisses, a hundred more, another thousand, then a second hundred, yet another thousand, then a third hundred... Then, once we've tallied the many thousands, let's jumble the ledger, so that even we (and certainly no malicious, evil-eyed enemy) will ever know there were so many kisses!