πολλὰ τὰ δεινὰ κοὐδὲν ἀνθρώπου δεινότερον πέλει .
τοῦτο καὶ πολιοῦ πέραν πόντου χειμερίῳ νότῳ
χωρεῖ , περιβρυχίοισιν
περῶν ὑπ᾽ οἴδμασιν .
θεῶν τε τὰν ὑπερτάταν , Γᾶν
ἄφθιτον , ἀκαμάταν , ἀποτρύεται
ἰλλομένων ἀρότρων ἔτος εἰς ἔτος
ἱππείῳ γένει πολεύων .
κουφονόων τε φῦλον ὀρνίθων ἀμφιβαλὼν ἄγει
καὶ θηρῶν ἀγρίων ἔθνη πόντου τ᾽ εἰναλίαν φύσιν
σπείραισι δικτυοκλώστοις ,
περιφραδὴς ἀνήρ :
κρατεῖ δὲ μηχαναῖς ἀγραύλου
θηρὸς ὀρεσσιβάτα , λασιαύχενά θ᾽
ἵππον ὀχμάζεται ἀμφὶ λόφον ζυγῶν
οὔρειόν τ᾽ ἀκμῆτα ταῦρον .
καὶ φθέγμα καὶ ἀνεμόεν φρόνημα καὶ ἀστυνόμους
ὀργὰς ἐδιδάξατο καὶ δυσαύλων
πάγων ὑπαίθρεια καὶ δύσομβρα φεύγειν βέλη
παντοπόρος : ἄπορος ἐπ᾽ οὐδὲν ἔρχεται
τὸ μέλλον : Ἅιδα μόνον φεῦξιν οὐκ ἐπάξεται :
νόσων δ᾽ ἀμηχάνων φυγὰς ξυμπέφρασται .
σοφόν τι τὸ μηχανόεν τέχνας ὑπὲρ ἐλπίδ᾽ ἔχων
τοτὲ μὲν κακόν , ἄλλοτ᾽ ἐπ᾽ ἐσθλὸν ἕρπει ,
νόμους γεραίρων χθονὸς θεῶν τ᾽ ἔνορκον δίκαν ,
ὑψίπολις : ἄπολις ὅτῳ τὸ μὴ καλὸν
ξύνεστι τόλμας χάριν . μήτ᾽ ἐμοὶ παρέστιος
γένοιτο μήτ᾽ ἴσον φρονῶν ὃς τάδ᾽ ἔρδει .

Many the wonders but nothing is stranger than man .
This thing crosses the sea in the winter’s storm ,
making his path through the roaring waves .
And she , the greatest of gods , the Earth—
ageless she is , and unwearied—he wears her away
as the ploughs go up and down from year to year
and his mules turn up the soil .
Lighthearted nations of birds he snares and leads ,
wild beast tribes and the salty brood of the sea ,
with the twisted mesh of his nets , this clever man .
He controls with craft the beasts of the open air ,
walkers on hills . The horse with his shaggy mane
he holds and harnesses , yoked about the neck ,
and the strong bull of the mountain .
Language , and thought like the wind
and the feelings that govern a city ,
he has taught himself , and shelter against the cold ,
refuge from rain . He can always help himself .
He faces no future helpless . There’s only death
that he cannot find an escape from . He has contrived
refuge from illnesses once beyond all cure .
Clever beyond all dreams
the inventive craft that he has
which may drive him one time to good or another to evil .
When he honors the laws of the land and the gods’ sworn right
high indeed is his city ; but cityless the man
who dares to dwell with dishonor . Not by my fireside ,
never to share my thoughts , who does these things .

Wonders are many , and none is more wonderful than man . This power spans the sea , even when it surges white before the gales of the south-wind , and makes a path under swells that threaten to engulf him . Earth , too , the eldest of the gods , the immortal , the unwearied , he wears away to his own ends , turning the soil with the offspring of horses as the plows weave to and fro year after year . The light-hearted tribe of birds and the clans of wild beasts and the sea-brood of the deep he snares in the meshes of his twisted nets , and he leads them captive , very-skilled man . He masters by his arts the beast who dwells in the wilds and roams the hills . He tames the shaggy-maned horse , putting the yoke upon its neck , and tames the tireless mountain bull . Speech and thought fast as the wind and the moods that give order to a city he has taught himself , and how to flee the arrows of the inhospitable frost under clear skies and the arrows of the storming rain . He has resource for everything . Lacking resource in nothing he strides towards what must come . From Death alone he shall procure no escape , but from baffling diseases he has devised flights . Possessing resourceful skill , a subtlety beyond expectation he moves now to evil , now to good . When he honors the laws of the land and the justice of the gods to which he is bound by oath , his city prospers . But banned from his city is he who , thanks to his rashness , couples with disgrace . Never may he share my home , never think my thoughts , who does these things !

πολλὰ τὰ δεινὰ κοὐδὲν ἀνθρώπου δεινότερον πέλει .
τοῦτο καὶ πολιοῦ πέραν πόντου χειμερίῳ νότῳ
χωρεῖ , περιβρυχίοισιν
περῶν ὑπʼ οἴδμασιν .
θεῶν τε τὰν ὑπερτάταν , Γᾶν
ἄφθιτον , ἀκαμάταν , ἀποτρύεται
ἰλλομένων ἀρότρων ἔτος εἰς ἔτος
ἱππείῳ γένει πολεύων .

Χορός
κουφονόων τε φῦλον ὀρνίθων ἀμφιβαλὼν ἄγει
καὶ θηρῶν ἀγρίων ἔθνη πόντου τʼ εἰναλίαν φύσιν
σπείραισι δικτυοκλώστοις ,
περιφραδὴς ἀνήρ ·
κρατεῖ δὲ μηχαναῖς ἀγραύλου
θηρὸς ὀρεσσιβάτα , λασιαύχενά θʼ
ἵππον ὀχμάζεται ἀμφὶ λόφον ζυγῶν
οὔρειόν τʼ ἀκμῆτα ταῦρον .

Χορός
καὶ φθέγμα καὶ ἀνεμόεν φρόνημα καὶ ἀστυνόμους
ὀργὰς ἐδιδάξατο καὶ δυσαύλων
πάγων ὑπαίθρεια καὶ δύσομβρα φεύγειν βέλη
παντοπόρος · ἄπορος ἐπʼ οὐδὲν ἔρχεται
τὸ μέλλον · Ἅιδα μόνον φεῦξιν οὐκ ἐπάξεται ·
νόσων δʼ ἀμηχάνων φυγὰς ξυμπέφρασται .

Χορός
σοφόν τι τὸ μηχανόεν τέχνας ὑπὲρ ἐλπίδʼ ἔχων
τοτὲ μὲν κακόν , ἄλλοτʼ ἐπʼ ἐσθλὸν ἕρπει ,
νόμους γεραίρων χθονὸς θεῶν τʼ ἔνορκον δίκαν ,
ὑψίπολις · ἄπολις ὅτῳ τὸ μὴ καλὸν
ξύνεστι τόλμας χάριν . μήτʼ ἐμοὶ παρέστιος
γένοιτο μήτʼ ἴσον φρονῶν ὃς τάδʼ ἔρδει .

Χορός
ἐς δαιμόνιον τέρας ἀμφινοῶ
τόδε · πῶς εἰδὼς ἀντιλογήσω
τήνδʼ οὐκ εἶναι παῖδʼ Ἀντιγόνην .
ὦ δύστηνος
καὶ δυστήνου πατρὸς Οἰδιπόδα ,
τί ποτʼ ; οὐ δή που σέ γʼ ἀπιστοῦσαν
τοῖς βασιλείοισιν ἄγουσι νόμοις
καὶ ἐν ἀφροσύνῃ καθελόντες ;

Wonders are many , and none is more wonderful than man .
This power spans the sea , even when it surges white before the gales of the south-wind , and makes a path under swells that threaten to engulf him . Earth , too , the eldest of the gods , the immortal , the unwearied ,
he wears away to his own ends , turning the soil with the offspring of horses as the plows weave to and fro year after year .

Chorus
The light-hearted tribe of birds
and the clans of wild beasts and the sea-brood of the deep he snares in the meshes of his twisted nets , and he leads them captive , very-skilled man . He masters by his arts
the beast who dwells in the wilds and roams the hills . He tames the shaggy-maned horse , putting the yoke upon its neck , and tames the tireless mountain bull .

Chorus
Speech and thought fast as the
wind and the moods that give order to a city he has taught himself , and how to flee the arrows of the inhospitable frost under clear skies and the arrows of the storming rain .
He has resource for everything . Lacking resource in nothing he strides towards what must come . From Death alone he shall procure no escape , but from baffling diseases he has devised flights .

Chorus
Possessing resourceful skill , a subtlety beyond expectation he moves now to evil , now to good . When he honors the laws of the land and the justice of the gods to which he is bound by oath ,
his city prospers . But banned from his city is he who , thanks to his rashness , couples with disgrace . Never may he share my home ,
never think my thoughts , who does these things !

Chorus
What marvel sent by the gods is this ? —I am bewildered ! I know her . How can I deny that this girl is Antigone ? O unhappy child
of your unhappy father , of Oedipus ! What can this mean ? What ! Surely they are not bringing you captive for disobeying the King’s laws and being caught in lunacy ?

Many the wonders but nothing is stranger than man .
This thing crosses the sea in the winter’s storm ,
making his path through the roaring waves .
And she , the greatest of gods , the Earth—
ageless she is , and unwearied—he wears her away
as the ploughs go up and down from year to year
and his mules turn up the soil .

ANTISTROPHE A
Lighthearted nations of birds he snares and leads ,
wild beast tribes and the salty brood of the sea ,
with the twisted mesh of his nets , this clever man .
He controls with craft the beasts of the open air ,
walkers on hills . The horse with his shaggy mane
he holds and harnesses , yoked about the neck ,
and the strong bull of the mountain .

STROPHE B
Language , and thought like the wind
and the feelings that govern a city ,
he has taught himself , and shelter against the cold ,
refuge from rain . He can always help himself .
He faces no future helpless . There’s only death
that he cannot find an escape from . He has contrived
refuge from illnesses once beyond all cure .

ANTISTROPHE B
Clever beyond all dreams
the inventive craft that he has
which may drive him one time to good or another to evil .
When he honors the laws of the land and the gods’ sworn right
high indeed is his city ; but cityless the man
who dares to dwell with dishonor . Not by my fireside ,
never to share my thoughts , who does these things .

πολλὰ τὰ δεινὰ κοὐδὲν ἀνθρώπου δεινότερον πέλει .
τοῦτο καὶ πολιοῦ πέραν πόντου χειμερίῳ νότῳ
χωρεῖ , περιβρυχίοισιν
περῶν ὑπʼ οἴδμασιν .
θεῶν τε τὰν ὑπερτάταν , Γᾶν
ἄφθιτον , ἀκαμάταν , ἀποτρύεται
ἰλλομένων ἀρότρων ἔτος εἰς ἔτος
ἱππείῳ γένει πολεύων .
κουφονόων τε φῦλον ὀρνίθων ἀμφιβαλὼν ἄγει
καὶ θηρῶν ἀγρίων ἔθνη πόντου τʼ εἰναλίαν φύσιν
σπείραισι δικτυοκλώστοις ,
περιφραδὴς ἀνήρ ·
κρατεῖ δὲ μηχαναῖς ἀγραύλου
θηρὸς ὀρεσσιβάτα , λασιαύχενά θʼ
ἵππον ὀχμάζεται ἀμφὶ λόφον ζυγῶν
οὔρειόν τʼ ἀκμῆτα ταῦρον .
καὶ φθέγμα καὶ ἀνεμόεν φρόνημα καὶ ἀστυνόμους
ὀργὰς ἐδιδάξατο καὶ δυσαύλων
πάγων ὑπαίθρεια καὶ δύσομβρα φεύγειν βέλη
παντοπόρος · ἄπορος ἐπʼ οὐδὲν ἔρχεται
τὸ μέλλον · Ἅιδα μόνον φεῦξιν οὐκ ἐπάξεται ·
νόσων δʼ ἀμηχάνων φυγὰς ξυμπέφρασται .
σοφόν τι τὸ μηχανόεν τέχνας ὑπὲρ ἐλπίδʼ ἔχων
τοτὲ μὲν κακόν , ἄλλοτʼ ἐπʼ ἐσθλὸν ἕρπει ,
νόμους γεραίρων χθονὸς θεῶν τʼ ἔνορκον δίκαν ,
ὑψίπολις · ἄπολις ὅτῳ τὸ μὴ καλὸν
ξύνεστι τόλμας χάριν . μήτʼ ἐμοὶ παρέστιος
γένοιτο μήτʼ ἴσον φρονῶν ὃς τάδʼ ἔρδει .
ἐς δαιμόνιον τέρας ἀμφινοῶ
τόδε · πῶς εἰδὼς ἀντιλογήσω
τήνδʼ οὐκ εἶναι παῖδʼ Ἀντιγόνην .
ὦ δύστηνος
καὶ δυστήνου πατρὸς Οἰδιπόδα ,
τί ποτʼ ; οὐ δή που σέ γʼ ἀπιστοῦσαν
τοῖς βασιλείοισιν ἄγουσι νόμοις
καὶ ἐν ἀφροσύνῃ καθελόντες ;

Many the wonders but nothing is stranger than man .
This thing crosses the sea in the winter’s storm ,
making his path through the roaring waves .
And she , the greatest of gods , the Earth—
ageless she is , and unwearied—he wears her away
as the ploughs go up and down from year to year
and his mules turn up the soil .
Lighthearted nations of birds he snares and leads ,
wild beast tribes and the salty brood of the sea ,
with the twisted mesh of his nets , this clever man .
He controls with craft the beasts of the open air ,
walkers on hills . The horse with his shaggy mane
he holds and harnesses , yoked about the neck ,
and the strong bull of the mountain .
Language , and thought like the wind
and the feelings that govern a city ,
he has taught himself , and shelter against the cold ,
refuge from rain . He can always help himself .
He faces no future helpless . There’s only death
that he cannot find an escape from . He has contrived
refuge from illnesses once beyond all cure .
Clever beyond all dreams
the inventive craft that he has
which may drive him one time to good or another to evil .
When he honors the laws of the land and the gods’ sworn right
high indeed is his city ; but cityless the man
who dares to dwell with dishonor . Not by my fireside ,
never to share my thoughts , who does these things .

Wonders are many , and none is more wonderful than man .
This power spans the sea , even when it surges white before the gales of the south-wind , and makes a path under swells that threaten to engulf him . Earth , too , the eldest of the gods , the immortal , the unwearied ,
he wears away to his own ends , turning the soil with the offspring of horses as the plows weave to and fro year after year .
The light-hearted tribe of birds
and the clans of wild beasts and the sea-brood of the deep he snares in the meshes of his twisted nets , and he leads them captive , very-skilled man . He masters by his arts
the beast who dwells in the wilds and roams the hills . He tames the shaggy-maned horse , putting the yoke upon its neck , and tames the tireless mountain bull .
Speech and thought fast as the
wind and the moods that give order to a city he has taught himself , and how to flee the arrows of the inhospitable frost under clear skies and the arrows of the storming rain .
He has resource for everything . Lacking resource in nothing he strides towards what must come . From Death alone he shall procure no escape , but from baffling diseases he has devised flights .
Possessing resourceful skill , a subtlety beyond expectation he moves now to evil , now to good . When he honors the laws of the land and the justice of the gods to which he is bound by oath ,
his city prospers . But banned from his city is he who , thanks to his rashness , couples with disgrace . Never may he share my home ,
never think my thoughts , who does these things !

πολλὰ τὰ δεινὰ κοὐδὲν ἀνθρώπου δεινότερον πέλει .
τοῦτο καὶ πολιοῦ πέραν πόντου χειμερίῳ νότῳ
χωρεῖ , περιβρυχίοισιν
περῶν ὑπʼ οἴδμασιν .
θεῶν τε τὰν ὑπερτάταν , Γᾶν
ἄφθιτον , ἀκαμάταν , ἀποτρύεται
ἰλλομένων ἀρότρων ἔτος εἰς ἔτος
ἱππείῳ γένει πολεύων .
κουφονόων τε φῦλον ὀρνίθων ἀμφιβαλὼν ἄγει
καὶ θηρῶν ἀγρίων ἔθνη πόντου τʼ εἰναλίαν φύσιν
σπείραισι δικτυοκλώστοις ,
περιφραδὴς ἀνήρ ·
κρατεῖ δὲ μηχαναῖς ἀγραύλου
θηρὸς ὀρεσσιβάτα , λασιαύχενά θʼ
ἵππον ὀχμάζεται ἀμφὶ λόφον ζυγῶν
οὔρειόν τʼ ἀκμῆτα ταῦρον .
καὶ φθέγμα καὶ ἀνεμόεν φρόνημα καὶ ἀστυνόμους
ὀργὰς ἐδιδάξατο καὶ δυσαύλων
πάγων ὑπαίθρεια καὶ δύσομβρα φεύγειν βέλη
παντοπόρος · ἄπορος ἐπʼ οὐδὲν ἔρχεται
τὸ μέλλον · Ἅιδα μόνον φεῦξιν οὐκ ἐπάξεται ·
νόσων δʼ ἀμηχάνων φυγὰς ξυμπέφρασται .
σοφόν τι τὸ μηχανόεν τέχνας ὑπὲρ ἐλπίδʼ ἔχων
τοτὲ μὲν κακόν , ἄλλοτʼ ἐπʼ ἐσθλὸν ἕρπει ,
νόμους γεραίρων χθονὸς θεῶν τʼ ἔνορκον δίκαν ,
ὑψίπολις · ἄπολις ὅτῳ τὸ μὴ καλὸν
ξύνεστι τόλμας χάριν . μήτʼ ἐμοὶ παρέστιος
γένοιτο μήτʼ ἴσον φρονῶν ὃς τάδʼ ἔρδει .
ἐς δαιμόνιον τέρας ἀμφινοῶ
τόδε · πῶς εἰδὼς ἀντιλογήσω
τήνδʼ οὐκ εἶναι παῖδʼ Ἀντιγόνην .
ὦ δύστηνος
καὶ δυστήνου πατρὸς Οἰδιπόδα ,
τί ποτʼ ; οὐ δή που σέ γʼ ἀπιστοῦσαν
τοῖς βασιλείοισιν ἄγουσι νόμοις
καὶ ἐν ἀφροσύνῃ καθελόντες ;

Many the wonders but nothing is stranger than man .
This thing crosses the sea in the winter’s storm ,
making his path through the roaring waves .
And she , the greatest of gods , the Earth—
ageless she is , and unwearied — he wears her away
as the ploughs go up and down from year to year
and his mules turn up the soil .
Lighthearted nations of birds he snares and leads ,
wild beast tribes and the salty brood of the sea ,
with the twisted mesh of his nets , this clever man .
He controls with craft the beasts of the open air ,
walkers on hills . The horse with his shaggy mane
he holds and harnesses , yoked about the neck ,
and the strong bull of the mountain .
Language , and thought like the wind
and the feelings that govern a city ,
he has taught himself , and shelter against the cold ,
refuge from rain . He can always help himself .
He faces no future helpless . There’s only death
that he cannot find an escape from . He has contrived
refuge from illnesses once beyond all cure .
Clever beyond all dreams
the inventive craft that he has
which may drive him one time to good or another to evil .
When he honors the laws of the land and the gods’ sworn right
high indeed is his city ; but cityless the man
who dares to dwell with dishonor . Not by my fireside ,
never to share my thoughts , who does these things

Wonders are many , and none is more wonderful than man .
This power spans the sea , even when it surges white before the gales of the south-wind , and makes a path under swells that threaten to engulf him . Earth , too , the eldest of the gods , the immortal , the unwearied ,
he wears away to his own ends , turning the soil with the offspring of horses as the plows weave to and fro year after year .
The light-hearted tribe of birds
and the clans of wild beasts and the sea-brood of the deep he snares in the meshes of his twisted nets , and he leads them captive , very-skilled man . He masters by his arts
the beast who dwells in the wilds and roams the hills . He tames the shaggy-maned horse , putting the yoke upon its neck , and tames the tireless mountain bull .
Speech and thought fast as the
wind and the moods that give order to a city he has taught himself , and how to flee the arrows of the inhospitable frost under clear skies and the arrows of the storming rain .
He has resource for everything . Lacking resource in nothing he strides towards what must come . From Death alone he shall procure no escape , but from baffling diseases he has devised flights .
Possessing resourceful skill , a subtlety beyond expectation he moves now to evil , now to good . When he honors the laws of the land and the justice of the gods to which he is bound by oath ,
his city prospers . But banned from his city is he who , thanks to his rashness , couples with disgrace . Never may he share my home ,
never think my thoughts , who does these things !

Siqua recordanti benefacta priora voluptas
est homini , cum se cogitat esse pium ,
nec sanctam violasse fidem , nec foedere nullo
divum ad fallendos numine abusum homines ,
multa parata manent in longa aetate , Catulle ,
ex hoc ingrato gaudia amore tibi .
Nam quaecumque homines bene cuiquam aut dicere possunt
aut facere , haec a te dictaque factaque sunt :
omnia quae ingratae perierunt credita menti .
Quare iam te cur amplius excrucies ?
Quin tu animo offirmas atque istinc teque reducis ,
et dis invitis desinis esse miser ?
Difficile est longum subit deponere amorem ;
difficile est , verum hoc qua lubet efficias .
Una salus haec est , hoc est tibi pervincendum ;
hoc facias , sive id non pote sive pote .
O di , si vestrum est misereri , aut si quibus umquam
extremam iam ipsa in morte tulistis opem ,
me miserum aspicite et , si vitam puriter egi ,
eripite hanc pestem perniciemque mihi ,
quae mihi subrepens imos ut torpor in artus
expulit ex omni pectore laetitias .
Non iam illud quaero , contra me ut diligat illa ,
aut , quod non potis est , esse pudica velit :
ipse valere opto et taetrum hunc deponere morbum .
O di , reddite mi hoc pro pietate mea .

If there is any pleasure for a man in remembering good prior deeds
when he thinks that he is upright .
and not when he has violated trust and not that he has abused the god ' s power to deceive people .
For whatever people are able to say do for anyone , these things have been done and said by you . All these things having been believed have perished . Why do you torture yourself more ? Firm up your mind and lead yourself away from there and with the unwilling gods stop being miserable ?
It is difficult to suddenly put down a long love
It is difficult but you should do this to make you happy
This is your one hope , you must conquer this
you should do this whether it is impossible or possible
O gods if it is withing you to have mercy or if to those in the moment of death you have ever brought final help , look at my miserable self , if I lived purely , take this plague and ruin from me , which crawling as a numbness into my deepest veins drives out happiness from chest
I do not ask that she loves me in return or , that which is not possible , that she wishes to be chaste
I myself choose to be strong and choose to put this foul disease away .

If recalling past good deeds is pleasant to a man ,
when he thinks himself to have been virtuous ,
not violating sacred ties , nor using the names of gods
in any contract in order to deceive men ,
then there are many pleasures left to you , Catullus ,
in the rest of life , due to this thankless passion .
Since whatever good a man can do or say
to anyone , has been said and done by you .
All , that entrusted to a thankless heart is lost .
Why torment yourself then any longer ?
Why not harden your mind , and shrink from it ,
and cease to be unhappy , since the gods are hostile ?
It’s difficult to suddenly let go of a former love ,
it’s difficult , but it would gratify you to do it :
That’s your one salvation . That’s for you to prove ,
for you to try , whether you can or not .
O gods , if mercy is yours , or if you ever brought help
to a man at the very moment of his death ,
gaze at my pain and , if I’ve lived purely ,
lift this plague , this destruction from me ,
so that the torpor that creeps into my body’s depths
drives out every joy from my heart .
I no longer ask that she loves me to my face ,
or , the impossible , that she be chaste :
I choose health , and to rid myself of this foul illness .
O gods , grant me this for all my kindness .

Siqua recordanti benefacta priora voluptas
est homini , cum se cogitat esse pium ,
nec sanctam violasse fidem , nec foedere nullo
divum ad fallendos numine abusum homines ,
multa parata manent in longa aetate , Catulle ,
ex hoc ingrato gaudia amore tibi .
Nam quaecumque homines bene cuiquam aut dicere possunt
aut facere , haec a te dictaque factaque sunt :
omnia quae ingratae perierunt credita menti .
Quare iam te cur amplius excrucies ?
Quin tu animo offirmas atque istinc teque reducis ,
et dis invitis desinis esse miser ?
Difficile est longum subit deponere amorem ;
difficile est , verum hoc qua lubet efficias .
Una salus haec est , hoc est tibi pervincendum ;
hoc facias , sive id non pote sive pote .
O di , si vestrum est misereri , aut si quibus umquam
extremam iam ipsa in morte tulistis opem ,
me miserum aspicite et , si vitam puriter egi ,
eripite hanc pestem perniciemque mihi ,
quae mihi subrepens imos ut torpor in artus
expulit ex omni pectore laetitias .
Non iam illud quaero , contra me ut diligat illa ,
aut , quod non potis est , esse pudica velit :
ipse valere opto et taetrum hunc deponere morbum .
O di , reddite mi hoc pro pietate mea .

If there is any pleasure for a man in remembering good prior deeds
when he thinks that he is upright .
and not when he has violated trust and not that he has abused the god ' s power to deceive people .
For whatever people are able to say do for anyone , these things have been done and said by you . All these things having been believed have perished . Why do you torture yourself more ? Firm up your mind and lead yourself away from there and with the unwilling gods stop being miserable ?
It is difficult to suddenly put down a long love
It is difficult but you should do this to make you happy
This is your one hope , you must conquer this
you should do this whether it is impossible or possible
O gods if it is withing you to have mercy or if to those in the moment of death you have ever brought final help , look at my miserable self , if I lived purely , take this plague and ruin from me , which crawling as a numbness into my deepest veins drives out happiness from chest
I do not ask that she loves me in return or , that which is not possible , that she wishes to be chaste
I myself choose to be strong and choose to put this foul disease away .

If recalling past good deeds is pleasant to a man ,
when he thinks himself to have been virtuous ,
not violating sacred ties , nor using the names of gods
in any contract in order to deceive men ,
then there are many pleasures left to you , Catullus ,
in the rest of life , due to this thankless passion .
Since whatever good a man can do or say
to anyone , has been said and done by you .
All , that entrusted to a thankless heart is lost .
Why torment yourself then any longer ?
Why not harden your mind , and shrink from it ,
and cease to be unhappy , since the gods are hostile ?
It’s difficult to suddenly let go of a former love ,
it’s difficult , but it would gratify you to do it :
That’s your one salvation . That’s for you to prove ,
for you to try , whether you can or not .
O gods , if mercy is yours , or if you ever brought help
to a man at the very moment of his death ,
gaze at my pain and , if I’ve lived purely ,
lift this plague , this destruction from me ,
so that the torpor that creeps into my body’s depths
drives out every joy from my heart .
I no longer ask that she loves me to my face ,
or , the impossible , that she be chaste :
I choose health , and to rid myself of this foul illness .
O gods , grant me this for all my kindness .

Ἑλληνική Transliterate

فارسی Transliterate

ὣς ἔφατ᾽ εὐχόμενος , τοῦ δ᾽ ἔκλυε Φοῖβος Ἀπόλλων ,
βῆ δὲ κατ᾽ Οὐλύμποιο καρήνων χωόμενος κῆρ ,
τόξ᾽ ὤμοισιν ἔχων ἀμφηρεφέα τε φαρέτρην :
ἔκλαγξαν δ᾽ ἄρ᾽ ὀϊστοὶ ἐπ᾽ ὤμων χωομένοιο ,
αὐτοῦ κινηθέντος : ὃ δ᾽ ἤϊε νυκτὶ ἐοικώς .
ἕζετ᾽ ἔπειτ᾽ ἀπάνευθε νεῶν , μετὰ δ᾽ ἰὸν ἕηκε :
δεινὴ δὲ κλαγγὴ γένετ᾽ ἀργυρέοιο βιοῖο :
οὐρῆας μὲν πρῶτον ἐπῴχετο καὶ κύνας ἀργούς ,
αὐτὰρ ἔπειτ᾽ αὐτοῖσι βέλος ἐχεπευκὲς ἐφιεὶς
βάλλ᾽ : αἰεὶ δὲ πυραὶ νεκύων καίοντο θαμειαί .
ἐννῆμαρ μὲν ἀνὰ στρατὸν ᾤχετο κῆλα θεοῖο ,
τῇ δεκάτῃ δ᾽ ἀγορὴν δὲ καλέσσατο λαὸν Ἀχιλλεύς :

Ἑλληνική Transliterate

فارسی Transliterate

ὣς ἔφατ᾽ εὐχόμενος , τοῦ δ᾽ ἔκλυε Φοῖβος Ἀπόλλων ,
βῆ δὲ κατ᾽ Οὐλύμποιο καρήνων χωόμενος κῆρ ,
τόξ᾽ ὤμοισιν ἔχων ἀμφηρεφέα τε φαρέτρην :
ἔκλαγξαν δ᾽ ἄρ᾽ ὀϊστοὶ ἐπ᾽ ὤμων χωομένοιο ,
αὐτοῦ κινηθέντος : ὃ δ᾽ ἤϊε νυκτὶ ἐοικώς .
ἕζετ᾽ ἔπειτ᾽ ἀπάνευθε νεῶν , μετὰ δ᾽ ἰὸν ἕηκε :
δεινὴ δὲ κλαγγὴ γένετ᾽ ἀργυρέοιο βιοῖο :
οὐρῆας μὲν πρῶτον ἐπῴχετο καὶ κύνας ἀργούς ,
αὐτὰρ ἔπειτ᾽ αὐτοῖσι βέλος ἐχεπευκὲς ἐφιεὶς
βάλλ᾽ : αἰεὶ δὲ πυραὶ νεκύων καίοντο θαμειαί .
ἐννῆμαρ μὲν ἀνὰ στρατὸν ᾤχετο κῆλα θεοῖο ,

καὶ τότε δὴ θάρσησε καὶ ηὔδα μάντις ἀμύμων :
οὔ τ᾽ ἄρ ὅ γ᾽ εὐχωλῆς ἐπιμέμφεται οὐδ᾽ ἑκατόμβης ,
ἀλλ᾽ ἕνεκ᾽ ἀρητῆρος ὃν ἠτίμησ᾽ Ἀγαμέμνων ,
95οὐδ᾽ ἀπέλυσε θύγατρα καὶ οὐκ ἀπεδέξατ᾽ ἄποινα ,
τοὔνεκ᾽ ἄρ᾽ ἄλγε᾽ ἔδωκεν ἑκηβόλος ἠδ᾽ ἔτι δώσει

Then the blameless seer took heart , and spoke : It is not then because of a vow that he finds fault , nor because of a hecatomb , but because of the priest whom Agamemnon dishonoured , and did not release his daughter nor accept the ransom . For this cause the god who strikes from afar has given woes and will still give them .

آنگاه پیشگوی پارسا , شهامت یافت و زبان می‌گشود : همانا او نه از نیایشی و نه از قربانی شکوه می‌کند , بلکه به خاطر کاهن , همو که آگاممنون بی‌احترامش کرد , دخترش را آزاد نکرد و جان‌بها را نپذیرفت ; از همین رو آن دورتیرانداز رنج داد و همچنان خواهد داد .

Latin

English

Minos Iovis et Europae filius cum Atheniensibus belligeravit , cuius filius Androgeus in pugna est occisus . Qui posteaquam Athenienses vicit , vectigales Minois esse coeperunt ; instituit autem , ut anno uno quoque septenos liberos suos Minotauro ad epulandum mitterent . Theseus posteaquam a Troezene venerat et audiit , quanta calamitate civitas afficeretur , voluntarie se ad Minotaurum pollicitus est ire . Quem pater cum mitteret , praedixit ei , ut , si victor reverteretur , vela candida in navem haberet ; qui autem ad Minotaurum mittebantur , velis atris navigabant .