Catullus 8

Poor Catullus, stop plying the fool

And what you see as lost, know it to be lost.

The clear sun once shone for you,

When you would go where the girl lead you

Loved by you never as much you you will be loved

There those many jests were made then, 

Which you were wishing, nor did the girl did not wish.

The clear sun truly shone for you,

Yet now she does not want you: 

You also, powerless, do not wish for her.

Neither run after her, nor live a wretch

But endure it with a resolved mind, harden yourself!

Farewell, girl! Catullus is now resolved 

And does not require or asks for unwilling you

And you will suffer when you are not asked after.

Bad vibes to you, *****!!!

What of life remains for you?

Who will now go to you? 

Who will see your beauty?

Who will love you now? 

Whose will you be called?

Who will you kiss? 

Who will nibble your little lips?

But you, Catullus, are determined to be resolved.