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Main  ::  Translations - all  ::  Here is my version with the original scansion. (Carmen 8)

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shikisha
Posted on Thu Aug 02, 2007 19:34:07  
Give up, Catullus, wretched man, and end this farce,
For what you see is dead, itís over, clear your mind.
Remember when each sunlit day became lifeís dream,
You used to follow evírywhere that girl would lead,
For love as great as yours will never more be known.
The many pleasures that you craved she always gave.
Remember when each sunlit day became lifeís dream?
But now she scorns those joys, and helpless so must you.
If she avoids you, donít give chase, your pain must end.
Be firm and harden evíry thought, just hold your ground.

Itís over, wench. Be sure Catullus now stands firm,
No longer wants you, uninvited will not call.
But you will feel such pain, when no-one seeks your love.
I curse you, hellcat. Now what sort of lifeís your fate?
Who now will come to call ? Who now will praise your looks?
Whose mouth is yours to kiss? Whose lips will feel your bite?
But you, Catullus, still hold firm and stand your ground.
 


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