It is bad, Cornificius, with your Catullus,
it is bad, with me, by Hercules, and full of hard work,
and it is worse, worse, each day, every hour.
Do you, what is smallest and easiest,
bring any consolation?
I am angry with you. So much for my loves?
Any little consolation would please me,
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 facilliumque est,
quā sōlātus es adlocūtiōne?
Īrāscor tibi. Sīc meōs amōrēs?
Paulum quid libet adlocūtiōnis
maestius lacrimīs Simōnidēis.