Catullus 101

Catullus 101

I arrive, drawn through many peoples and through many
seas, for these miserable rites, o brother,
that I might present you with this last gift of death
and speak in vain to your mute ash.
Since fortune has stolen you yourself from me,
(alas, miserable brother, taken unfairly from me!)
now in the meanwhile, nevertheless accept these things,
soaking greatly with fraternal tears, which have been
handed down from the ancient custom of our
ancestors as sad gift for our rites of death,
and to eternity, brother, goodbye, and be well.

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