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Lament for a Sparrow
August 9, 2005 | Filed under: Latin Fun

“Oh where oh where can my baby be? The Lord took her away from me. She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good, so I can see my baby when I leave this world. Pearl Jam - Last Kiss”

I know, I know. I’ve shown this place no love recently. But in the near future I explain my business to you - mostly to do with school, work, trying to see Kev as much as the former permits. Though today in Latin we translated a really sad poem by Catullus, so I thought I’d write it here along with my translation of it. It’s titled “Lament for a Sparrow.”

Lugete, o Veneres Cupidinesque,
et quantum est hominum venustiorum;
passer mortuus est meae puellae,
passer, deliciae meae puellae,
quem plus illa oculis suis amabat;
nam mellitus erat suamque norat
ipsam tam bene quam puella matrem,
nec sese e gremio illius movebat,
sed circumsiliens modo huc modo illuc
ad solam dominam usque pipiabat:
qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum
illud, unde negant redire quemquam.
at vobis male sit, malae tenebrae
Orci, quae omnia bella devoratis.
tam bellum mihi passerem abstulistis.
o factum male! o miselle passer!
tua nunc opera meae puellae
flendo turgiduli rubent ocelli.

Mourn, O Venuses and Cupids,
and all men of Venus’ charms (handsome men);
the sparrow of my girl is dead,
the sparrow, pet of my girl,
whom she loved more than her own eyes;
for he was honeysweet and he knew his
mistress better than a girl knows her mother,
and he did not move himself from her lap,
but hopping around this way and that way
he used to chirp continually to his mistress alone:
who now goes on his shadowy journey
to that place, whence they deny all to return.
but curse on you, evil shadows
of Hell, who devours all beautiful things.
For you have taken the beautiful little sparrow from me.
O evil deed! O poor little sparrow!
It is now your fault that my girl’s
little eyes are swollen, reddened from weeping.

Composed by Melissa at 10:26pm · 8 Wrote in

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