Through many peoples and seas have I travelled to thee, brother, and these wretched rites of death. I bring a last gift but can speak only to ashes Since Fortune has taken you Poor brother! stolen you away leaving us to honour you as has been from generation to generation Take from my hands these sad gifts covered in tears Now and forever, brother, Hail and farewell. Catullus (101) Multas per gentes et multa per aequora vectus advenio has miseras, frater, ad inferias, ut te postremo donarem munere mortis et mutam nequiquam alloquerer cinerem. Quandoquidem fortuna mihi tete abstulit ipsum. Heu miser indigne frater adempte mihi, nunc tamen interea haec, prisco quae more parentum tradita sunt tristi munere ad inferias, accipe fraterno multum manantia fletu, atque in perpetuum, frater, ave atque vale.