Furius and
Aurelius, comrades of Catullus,
whether he will
penetrate into far off Indians
where shore is
pounded by long echoing
Eoan wave,
whether into
Hyrcanians or soft Arabians,
whether Sacae or
quiver carrying Parthians,
whether waters that seven mouthed
Nile colours,
whether he will
go over high Alps
gazing on
monuments of Caesar magnus,
Gallic Rhine,
bristling water, and
Britains beyond;
all this,
whatever sky dwellers’ will
will bring,
ready immediately to try,
announce to my
little girl a few
not nice words.
Since she lives
and prospers with those whores of hers,
whom she
embraces three hundred together,
loving not one, but
one after another
breaking groins;
let her no
longer look back at my love, as before,
which for her fault has fallen like
flower in meadow beyond touched by
passing plow.