Carmina
Catullus
Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.
- And as her tender finger-tips on bull-back hollow rang
- She rose a-grieving and her song to listening comrades sang.
- "Up Gallae, hie together, haste for Cybele's deep grove,
- Hie to the Dindymnean dame, ye flocks that love to rove;
- The which affecting stranger steads as bound in exile's brunt
- My sect pursuing led by me have nerved you to confront
- The raging surge of salty sea and ocean's tyrant hand
- As your hate of Venus' hest your manly forms unmann'd,
- Gladden your souls, ye mistresses, with sense of error bann'd.
- Drive from your spirits dull delay, together follow ye
- To hold of Phrygian goddess, home of Phrygian Cybebe,
- Where loud the cymbal's voice resounds with timbrel-echoes blending,
- And where the Phrygian piper drones grave bass from reed a-bending,
- Where toss their ivy-circled heads with might the Maenades
- Where ply mid shrilly lullilooes the holiest mysteries,
- Where to fly here and there be wont the she-god's vaguing train,
- Thither behoves us lead the dance in quick-step hasty strain."
- Soon as had Atys (bastard-she) this lay to comrades sung
- The Chorus sudden lulliloos with quivering, quavering tongue,
- Again the nimble timbrel groans, the scooped-out cymbals clash,