Iam ver egelidos refert tepores,
iam caeli furor aequinoctialis
iucundis Zephyri silescit auris.
linquantur Phrygii, Catulle, campi
Niceaeque ager uber aestuosae:
ad claras Asiae volemus urbes.
iam mens praetrepidans avet vagari,
iam laeti studio pedes vigescunt.
o dulces comitum valete coetus,
longe quos simul a domo profectos
diversae varie viae reportant.


Now spring brings back unchilled warmth,
Now the rage of the ecquinoctial sky
Grows silent with the pleasant breezes of the west wind.
The Phrygian fields should be quitted, Catullus,
And the fertile territory of sweltering Iznik:
Let us fly to the bright cities of Asia.
Now the mind trembling in anticipation yearns to roam,
Now the happy feet grow strong in their pastime.
Be well, o sweet company of friends,
Who having wandered far from home together
Return in different ways to a route headed in a different direction.