Ultiō Septimī
L O R E N Z O L E V Y
May Fortune favor Septimius ! Blessedly Acme ! May the marriage torches sing warm songs and cultivate themselves . May the words generated in the eyes of Catullus live long , The joy of Italy and the ancient trick , That separations of ground can be fled by this love With so many clouds and the ocean coming between . For shame , author lacking mercy for [ his ] burnt-through progeny , Loosen [ our ] bodies from my sad little page ! My breath flowed into my mouth by your written art , The spirit of the mountaintop of Verona and the hero . Unaware one , the verses were not finished which supplied my heart With the distant love of my sad Acme . We , therefore , were separated from ourselves after the cut off poem With me the soldier in Syria and my other half in Gela . Unless honor or the generals should concede for a short time to a lover , I am unable to escape , and I will always be in [ my ] mind . Would that I could quick [ ly ] depart this land And the beautiful girl who is pleasing to me could reach her soulmate ! May I go through the mountains of the Cilicians and the Lycian Chimera And Asia gladly and through the Bosporus And the straits which engulfed the daughter of Nephele into the ocean god ( What evil bile the white stepmother held !) So that not any step would have to be run by the feet of [ my ] lover , I want to be able to travel through all paths in the world . Woe to you heartless poet ! By your jokes my comforts Have been lost sneezing , my right comforts from the hand .
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