Latin - Cambridge School Classics Project

Catullus, Poem 8 (translation)Miserable Catullus, stop being foolish,and what you see has perished, consider lost.Once the sun (lit. suns) shone brightly (lit. bright) for you,when you often used to go where your girl led,loved by me (lit. by us) as much as no one else will be loved.Then those many fun things used to happen,which you wanted and the girl was not unwilling for,bright suns shone indeed for you.Now already she is not willing: you too, powerless, be unwilling,neither follow the girl who flees, nor live miserably (lit. miserable),but endure with a stubborn heart and hold fast.Goodbye girl, now Catullus is holding fast,neither will he seek you out nor ask for you against your will.But you will suffer, when you are not (lit. will not be) asked after.Wicked girl, woe for you, what life remains for you?Who will come to you now? To whom will you seem beautiful?Whom will you love now? Whose girl will you be said to be?Whom will you kiss? Whose lips will you bite?But you, Catullus, determinedly (lit. determined) hold fast.WJEC Level 2 Latin Literature Unit 9541 Love and Marriage 29