|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:|
Youíll 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 weíll have a grand time:
That is, if itís at your expense and not mine.
For your friend Catullusís cupboard is bare
And my wallet is filled, yes, with cobwebs to spare.
Please, donít feel cheated, because what youíll get
In return for this party you wonít soon forget.
Itís 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 youíll be begging the gods, I suppose,
To transform your whole body into one huge nose.