Thesauros Edebiyat Lirik Şiir Carmina

Carmina

Carmina Catullus, Gaius Valerius
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Şiir 63

 
O’er high deep seas in speedy ship his voyage Atys sped
 
Until he trod the Phrygian grove with hurried eager tread
 
And as the gloomy tree-shorn stead, the she-god’s home, he sought
 
There sorely stung with fiery ire and madman’s vaguing thought,
 
Share he with sharpened flint the freight wherewith his form was fraught. 5
 
Then as the she-he sensed limbs were void of manly strain
 
And sighted freshly shed a-ground spot of ensanguined stain,
 
Snatched she the timbrel’s legier load with hands as snowdrops white,
 
Thy timbrel, Mother Cybele, the firstings of thy rite,
 
And as her tender finger-tips on bull-back hollow rang 10
 
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 15
 
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, 20
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