Death & Dying
Epitaph XXXI. — On the Tomb of a Happy Man
Translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White (1919–21) · From Book VI. — Epitaphs on the Heroes who took part in the Trojan War
Sprinkle my ashes with pure wine and fragrant oil of spikenard; bring balsam too O stranger, with crimson roses. Unending spring pervades my tearless urn: I have but changed my state, and have not died. I have not lost a single joy of my old life, whether you think that I remember all or none.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Ausonius, Decimus Magnus. “Epitaph XXXI. — On the Tomb of a Happy Man.” Translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/ausonius/97/.
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Ausonius, Decimus Magnus. “Epitaph XXXI. — On the Tomb of a Happy Man.” Translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/ausonius/97/.
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