Love
Epigram XXXIV (Mair)
Translated by A. W. Mair (1921) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1921)
Love
Empty of wealth, I know, are my hands. But, for the Graces’ sake, Menippus, tell not “my own dream to me.” Pained through and through am I, when I hear this bitter saying. Yes, my friend, of all I have had from thee this is the most unloverlike.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Callimachus. “Epigram XXXIV (Mair).” Translated by A. W. Mair. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/callimachus/188/.
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Callimachus. “Epigram XXXIV (Mair).” Translated by A. W. Mair. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/callimachus/188/.
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