Gaius Valerius Catullus

(84-54 BC / Verona, Gaul)

Advice: to himself


Sad Catullus, stop playing the fool,
and let what you know leads you to ruin, end.
Once, bright days shone for you,
when you came often drawn to the girl
loved as no other will be loved by you.
Then there were many pleasures with her,
that you wished, and the girl not unwilling,
truly the bright days shone for you.
And now she no longer wants you: and you
weak man, be unwilling to chase what flees,
or live in misery: be strong-minded, stand firm.
Goodbye girl, now Catullus is firm,
he doesn’t search for you, won’t ask unwillingly.
But you’ll grieve, when nobody asks.
Woe to you, wicked girl, what life’s left for you?
Who’ll submit to you now? Who’ll see your beauty?
Who now will you love? Whose will they say you’ll be?
Who will you kiss? Whose lips will you bite?
But you, Catullus, be resolved to be firm.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • Giulia Farinelli (3/29/2006 9:45:00 AM)

    VIII. ad se ipsum

    MISER Catulle, desinas ineptire,
    et quod uides perisse perditum ducas.
    fulsere quondam candidi tibi soles,
    cum uentitabas quo puella ducebat
    amata nobis quantum amabitur nulla.
    ibi illa multa cum iocosa fiebant,
    quae tu uolebas nec puella nolebat,
    fulsere uere candidi tibi soles.
    nunc iam illa non uult: tu quoque impotens noli,
    nec quae fugit sectare, nec miser uiue,
    sed obstinata mente perfer, obdura.
    uale puella, iam Catullus obdurat,
    nec te requiret nec rogabit inuitam.
    at tu dolebis, cum rogaberis nulla.
    scelesta, uae te, quae tibi manet uita?
    quis nunc te adibit? cui uideberis bella?
    quem nunc amabis? cuius esse diceris?
    quem basiabis? cui labella mordebis?
    at tu, Catulle, destinatus obdura. (Report) Reply

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