Catullus 38

Malest, Cornifici, tuo Catullo,
malest, me hercule, et laboriose,
et magis magis in dies et horas.
quem tu, quod minimum facillimumque est,
qua solatus es allocutione?
irascor tibi. sic meos amores?
paulum quid lubet allocutionis,
maestius lacrimis Simonideis.


It's not going so well for your Catullus,
Cornificius. Pretty shitty, my god, and boring.
And it gets worse by the day, by the hour.
Have you said any words of consolation to him?
It's the least you could do. The easiest thing.
I'm mad at you. So much for my loves.
Whatever little bit of conversation you can spare,
something sadder than a song at a funeral.