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Catullus 47
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- Created on 2022-06-06 08:01:06
- Modified on 2022-06-06 15:59:18
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Porci et Socration , duae sinistrae
Pisonis , scabies famesque mundi ,
vos Veraniolo meo et Fabullo
verpus praeposuit Priapus ille ?
vos convivia lauta sumptuose
de die facitis , mei sodales
quaerunt in triuio vocationes ?
Pisonis , scabies famesque mundi ,
vos Veraniolo meo et Fabullo
verpus praeposuit Priapus ille ?
vos convivia lauta sumptuose
de die facitis , mei sodales
quaerunt in triuio vocationes ?
Porci and Socration , 2 left hands of Piso , itches and hungers of the world , are you the ones that prick preferred to Veranius and Fabullus ? Are you holding elegant and expensive banquets during daylight while my companions search for invitations found elsewhere
Porcius and Socration , two left hands
of Piso , the world’s itches and famines ,
that circumcised Priapus prefers you
to my Veraniolus and my Fabullus ?
You , indulged with great sumptuous banquets
every day : my friends
looking for work at the crossroads ?
of Piso , the world’s itches and famines ,
that circumcised Priapus prefers you
to my Veraniolus and my Fabullus ?
You , indulged with great sumptuous banquets
every day : my friends
looking for work at the crossroads ?
Catullus 48
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- Created on 2022-06-06 08:06:58
- Modified on 2022-06-06 16:02:54
- Translated by Raval & Kline
- Aligned by orav
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Mellitos oculos tuos , Iuventi ,
si quis me sinat usque basiare ,
usque ad milia basiem trecenta
nec numquam videar satur futurus ,
non si densior aridis aristis
sit nostrae seges osculationis .
si quis me sinat usque basiare ,
usque ad milia basiem trecenta
nec numquam videar satur futurus ,
non si densior aridis aristis
sit nostrae seges osculationis .
Juventius , if anyone allows me to continuously kiss your honey-sweet eyes , then I will kiss up to three hundred thousand times and it seems I will never be saturated , should not the kissing of our dry harvest be denser than the grain
Iuventius , if I were always allowed
to kiss your honey-sweet eyes ,
I might kiss you three hundred
thousand times , and never be sated ,
not even if my kisses were more
than the crop’s ripe ears of wheat .
to kiss your honey-sweet eyes ,
I might kiss you three hundred
thousand times , and never be sated ,
not even if my kisses were more
than the crop’s ripe ears of wheat .