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spectat et audit<br /> | spectat et audit<br /> | ||
dulce ridentem, misero quod omnis<br /> | dulce ridentem, misero quod omnis{{#linenum: 5}}<br /> | ||
eripit sensus mihi: nam simul te,<br /> | eripit sensus mihi: nam simul te,<br /> | ||
Lesbia, aspexi, nihil est super mi<br /> | Lesbia, aspexi, nihil est super mi<br /> | ||
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lingua sed torpet, tenuis sub artus<br /> | lingua sed torpet, tenuis sub artus<br /> | ||
flamma demanat, sonitu suopte<br /> | flamma demanat, sonitu suopte{{#linenum: 10}}<br /> | ||
tintinant aures, gemina teguntur<br /> | tintinant aures, gemina teguntur<br /> | ||
lumina nocte.<br /> | lumina nocte.<br /> | ||
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otium, Catulle, tibi molestum est;<br /> | otium, Catulle, tibi molestum est;<br /> | ||
otio exsultas nimiumque gestis;<br /> | otio exsultas nimiumque gestis;<br /> | ||
otium et reges prius et beatas<br /> | otium et reges prius et beatas{{#linenum: 15}}<br /> | ||
perdidit urbes.<br /> | perdidit urbes.<br /> | ||
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Revision as of 00:55, 29 July 2014
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P = reading on a papyrus
m = reading of part of the MS tradition
P = reading on a papyrus
Ille mi par esse deo uidetur,
ille, si fas est, superare diuos,
qui sedens aduersus identidem te
spectat et audit
dulce ridentem, misero quod omnis5
eripit sensus mihi: nam simul te,
Lesbia, aspexi, nihil est super mi
...
lingua sed torpet, tenuis sub artus
flamma demanat, sonitu suopte10
tintinant aures, gemina teguntur
lumina nocte.
otium, Catulle, tibi molestum est;
otio exsultas nimiumque gestis;
otium et reges prius et beatas15
perdidit urbes.
He seems to me to be equal to a god,
he, if it is allowed, seems to better the gods,
who sitting opposite you over and over again
Look at you and hear you
Sweetly laughing. In my sorry state that
snatches away all my senses: for the moment I saw
you, Lesbia, nothing is enough for me
…
But the tongue grows numb, under my limbs
Seeps a thin flame, with their own sound
my ears ring, both my eyes
are covered by night.
Free time is your trouble, Catullus:
In free time you exult and take too much pleasure:
Free time in the past has brought kings and
prosperous cities to ruin.
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