Catullus 2 Wilfred Owen “The Parable of the Old Man and the Young” Passer, deliciae meae puellae, quicum ludere, quem in sinu tenere, So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, cui primum digitum dare appetenti And took the fire with him, and a knife. et acris solet incitare morsus, And as they sojourned both of them together, cum desiderio meo nitenti carum nescio quid lubet iocari Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father, et solaciolum sui doloris, Behold the preparations, fire and iron, credo ut tum gravis acquiescat ardor: But where the lamb for this burnt-offering? tecum ludere sicut ipsa possem Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps, et tristis animi levare curas! and builded parapets and trenches there, And stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son. Sparrow, favorite of my girl, When lo! an angel called him out of heaven, with whom she is accustomed to play, whom she is accustomed to hold Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad, in her lap, Neither do anything to him. Behold, for whom, seeking greedily, she is accustomed to give her index finger A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns; and to provoke sharp bites. Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him. When it is pleasing for my shining desire But the old man would not so, but slew his son, to make some kind of joke And half the seed of Europe, one by one. and a relief of her grief. I believe, so that her heavy passion may become quiet. If only I were able to play with you yourself, and to lighten the sad cares of your mind. Translation by Joannes Fortaperus Tom Sienkewicz
Wilfred Owen “The Parable of the Old Man and the Young” So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as they sojourned both of them together, Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father, Behold the preparations, fire and iron, But where the lamb for this burnt-offering? Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps, and builded parapets and trenches there, And stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son. When lo! an angel called him out of heaven, Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad, Neither do anything to him. Behold, A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns; Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him. But the old man would not so, but slew his son, And half the seed of Europe, one by one. Tom Sienkewicz Catullus 2 Passer, deliciae meae puellae, quicum ludere, quem in sinu tenere, cui primum digitum dare appetenti et acris solet incitare morsus, cum desiderio meo nitenti carum nescio quid lubet iocari et solaciolum sui doloris, credo ut tum gravis acquiescat ardor: tecum ludere sicut ipsa possem et tristis animi levare curas! Sparrow, favorite of my girl, with whom she is accustomed to play, whom she is accustomed to hold in her lap, for whom, seeking greedily, she is accustomed to give her index finger and to provoke sharp bites. When it is pleasing for my shining desire to make some kind of joke and a relief of her grief. I believe, so that her heavy passion may become quiet. If only I were able to play with you yourself, and to lighten the sad cares of your mind. Translation by Joannes Fortaperus
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