Miser Catulle, desinas ineptire
Language: Latin
Our translations: ENG SPA
Miser Catulle, desinas ineptire,
Et quod uides perisse perditum ducas.
Fulsere quondam candidi tibi soles,
Cum uentitabas quo puella ducebat
Amata nobis quantum amabitur nulla.
Ibi illa multa cum iocosa fiebant,
Quae tu uolebas nec puella nolebat.
Fulsere uere candidi tibi soles.
Nunc iam illa non uult: tu quoque inpotens, noli,
Nec quae fugit sectare, nec miser uiue,
Sed obstinata mente perfer, obdura.
Vale, puella! iam Catullus obdurat,
Nec te requiret nec rogabit inuitam:
At tu dolebis, cum rogaberis nulla.
Scelesta, uae te! quae tibi manet vita!
Quis nunc te adibit? cui uideberis bella?
Quem nunc amabis? cuius esse diceris?
Quem basiabis? cui labella mordebis?
At tu, Catulle, destinatus obdura.
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- Also set in English, a translation by Dominick Argento (1927 - 2019) [an adaptation] ; composed by Dominick Argento.
Other available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Grant Hicks) , copyright © 2026, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Mario Rapisardi) , no title, first published 1889
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Saúl Botero Restrepo) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2010-12-17
Line count: 19
Word count: 110
Poor Catullus, you should stop playing...
Language: English  after the Latin
Poor Catullus, you should stop playing the fool,
And give up for lost that which you see has perished.
Once suns shone bright for you,
When you used to follow wherever the girl led,
The one we loved as much as none will ever be loved.
When you played there all those games
That you desired and the girl didn't refuse.
Truly suns shone bright for you.
Now she desires no more: you too, being powerless, give up desiring,
Don't chase her who flees you, or live in misery,
But carry on resolutely, hold firm.
Farewell, my girl! Catullus now holds firm,
And will not seek or court you if you are unwilling:
But you will be sorry when you are not courted at all.
You wretch, woe unto you! What a life remains to you!
Who now will approach you? Who will find you beautiful?
Whom now will you love? Whose will they say you are?
Whom will you kiss? Whose lip will you nibble?
But you, Catullus, hold firm and resolute.
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Translations of titles:
"[XI]. Miser Catulle, desinas ineptire" = "[XI]. Poor Catullus, you should stop playing the fool"
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This text was added to the website: 2026-08-09
Line count: 19
Word count: 173