He's unwell, O Cornificius, your Catullus,
he's unwell, by Hercules, and unbearably so,
and moreso and moreso each day and each hour.
And (which is the least and simplest thing)
with what words have you consoled him?
I'm mad at you. [You repay] my affections like this?
[Send] a little anything of comfort,
sadder than the tears of Simonides.

Male est, Cornificī, tuō Catullō,
male est, mē herculē, ei, et labōriōsē,
et magis, magis in diēs et hōrās.
Quem tū, quod minimum facillimumque est,
quā sōlātus es adlocūtiōne?
Īrāscor tibi. Sīc meōs amōrēs?
Paulum quid libet adlocūtiōnis
maestius lacrimīs Simōnidēis.

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