need some help with this line:
servitium sed triste datur, teneorque catenis,
but he/she/it is being to sad love, i am being held by chains,??
I have enough trouble understanding english poetry sometimes, doing it in latin just is t3h suck.
tibullus poem help.
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here's the whole sentence:
servitium sed triste datur, teneorque catenis,
et numquam misero vincla remittit Amor,
et seu quid merui seu nil peccavimus, urit.
I was give to sad slavery would make sense cos the guy is talking about himself in the poem. So either he's missed out the to me or he's using the 3rd person singular for poetic effect or something gay - damn poets.
servitium sed triste datur, teneorque catenis,
et numquam misero vincla remittit Amor,
et seu quid merui seu nil peccavimus, urit.
I was give to sad slavery would make sense cos the guy is talking about himself in the poem. So either he's missed out the to me or he's using the 3rd person singular for poetic effect or something gay - damn poets.
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I should think this is what happened.So either he's missed out the to me
I would say:
But slavery/servitude is given (to me) sadly, and I am held in chains.
And love never loosens the fetters for the sad one,
and whether I have merited it (?) or whether we have done nothing, it chafes.
I rather like that. Mind you, I am quite fond of Roman neoteric poets. Very easy to understand as well.
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that's a beautiful little poem. Another translation:
and never does Love take back its bonds from the wretched,
and whether I deserve it or we've not sinned at all, it scorches.
but enslavement is sorrowfully taken up, and I am gripped in chains,servitium sed triste datur, teneorque catenis,
et numquam misero vincla remittit Amor,
et seu quid merui seu nil peccavimus, urit.
and never does Love take back its bonds from the wretched,
and whether I deserve it or we've not sinned at all, it scorches.
flebile nescio quid queritur lyra, flebile lingua murmurat exanimis, respondent flebile ripae