Catullus 101
Through many seas and over many lands,
to your unhappy grave, brother, I've come
to offer to you in death a last gift
and speak to your dumb ashes these last words.
Hard cruel misfortune has robbed me of you,
unhappy brother, rudely torn from me,
take all I can give you now, these sad things
surrendered late in honour-bearing here,
wet with the welling of a brother's tears.
We do not meet again, brother, farewell.
Hugh Tolhurst
Alas, Hugh, this is a fine
translation, but the poem's
been translated so many
times it's a chestnut. Hard
to find a fresh piece, from the all too picked-over
curpus of Latin poetry, I guess. Try us if you do. Best wishes - Les.
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