Catullus 8

miser Catulle, desinas ineptire,
wretched Catullus, stop cease be foolish
et quod vides perisse (perditum ducas.)
and what see perish (let it go)
fulsere quondam candid tibi soles,
shine once bright you sun
cum ventitabas quo puella ducebat
when often go girl lead
amata nobis quantum amabitur nulla.
loved me as much as love not any other girl
ibi illa multa cum iocosa fiebant,
then those many when pleasant memories happen
quae tu volebas nec puella nolebat;
which you want not girl not want
fulsere vere candidi tibi soles.
shine once bright you sun
nunc iam illa non vult: tu quoque impotens noli,
now already she not want: you also do not want,
nec quae fugit sectare, nec miser vive,
nor who flees follow, nor wretched live
sed obstinata mente perfer, obdura.
but stubborn heart/mind edure, persist/stand firm.
vale puella, iam Catullus obdurat,
goodbye girl, now Catullus stand firm,
nec te requiret nec rogabit invitam.
nor he require/miss nor ask against your will.
at tu (dolebis) cum rogaberis nulla.
but you (will feel pain) when asked about no more.
scelesta, vae te, quae tibi manet vita?
wicked cow, woe be upon you, what you remains life?
quis nunc te adibit? cui videberis bella?
who now you persue? to whom be seen beautiful?
quem nunc amabis? cuius esse diceris?
who now love? to whom you to be you say?
quem basiabis? cui labella mordebis?
who kiss? whose lips bite?
at tu, Catulle, destinatus obdura
but you, Catullus, determined stand firm.

Wretched Catullus, stop being foolish
and what you see to have died let it go.
once bright suns shone for you
when you used to go whenever your girl used to lead
loved by me as no other girl will be loved.
Then those many happy memories happened,
which you used to want, nor did the girl not want,
indeed bright suns shone for you.
now already she does not want: you also, do not want it, powerless
nor follow she who flees, nor live wretched
but endure with a stubborn mind, stand firm.
goodbye girl, now Catullus is standing firm,
neither will he miss you nor ask about you, against your will.
But you will feel pain when you are asked about no more.
Wicked cow, woe be upon you, what life remains for you?
Who will now persue you? To whom will you be seen as beautiful?
Who will you love now? To whom will you say you belong to?
Who will you kiss? Whose lips will you bite?
But you, Catullus, determined, stand firm.