Furius and Aurelius, comrades of Catullus, whether he forces his way to furthest
India where the shore is lashed by
the far-echoing waves of the Dawn, or whether to the land of the Hyrcanians or
soft Arabs, or whether to the land of the Sacians or quiver-bearing Parthians,
or where the seven-mouthed Nile colors
the sea, or whether he traverses the lofty Alps, gazing at the monuments of mighty Caesar, the Gallic
Rhine, the shuddering water and remotest Britons, prepared to attempt all these
things at once, whatever the will of the heavenly gods may
bear,—repeat to my girl a few words, though they are not at all good.
May she live and flourish with her fornicators, and may she hold three hundred
at once in her embrace, loving not one in truth, but bursting again and again
the guts of all: nor may she look back upon my love as before, which by her
lapse has fallen, just as a flower on the meadow's edge, after the touch of the
passing plough.
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