| | Posted on Tue May 30, 2006 03:59:21 | |
| | Here's a verse translation I did as a high school student, many years ago. I know I took some liberties, but I still think I got the spirit of it right:
Youāll eat well at my house, Fabullus, old chum,
If you bring your own dinner along when you come.
Bring a cute girl too, some wine and some wit,
A lot of good jokes bring, and then we shall sit
And for the evening weāll have a grand time:
That is, if itās at your expense and not mine.
For your friend Catullusās cupboard is bare
And my wallet is filled, yes, with cobwebs to spare.
Please, donāt feel cheated, because what youāll get
In return for this party you wonāt soon forget.
Itās the fragrance of perfume my love shared between us,
An ointment donated by heavenly Venus.
From the hands of the Cupids this sweet unguent fell
And, my Fabullus, when this scent you smell:
Then youāll be begging the gods, I suppose,
To transform your whole body into one huge nose.
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