Catullus Poem 101

 
MVLTAS per gentes et multa per aequora uectus  1 Wandering through many countries and over many seas 
       aduenio has miseras, frater, ad inferias,  2        I come, my brother, to these sorrowful obsequies, 
ut te postremo donarem munere mortis  3 to present you with the last guerdon of death, 
       et mutam nequiquam alloquerer cinerem.  4        and speak, though in vain, to your silent ashes, 
quandoquidem fortuna mihi tete abstulit ipsum.  5 since fortune has taken your own self away from me
       heu miser indigne frater adempte mihi,  6        alas, my brother, so cruelly torn from me! 
nunc tamen interea haec, prisco quae more parentum  7 Yet now meanwhile take these offerings, which by the custom of our fathers 
       tradita sunt tristi munere ad inferias,  8        have been handed down -- a sorrowful tribute -- for a funeral sacrifice; 
accipe fraterno multum manantia fletu,  9 take them, wet with many tears of a brother,
       atque in perpetuum, frater, aue atque uale. 10        and for ever, O my brother, hail and farewell!