Catullus 31

Sirmio, the jewel of almost islands and islands
and whatever each Neptune bears
in clear still waters and in a vast sea,
how gladly and how happy I see you,
scarcely myself believing myself to have left
Thynia and Bithunian fields and to see you in safety.
Oh what is more blessed than cares having been set free,
when the mind sets down a burden, and
tired by foreign labor we come to our home,
and rest in a desired bed?
This is the one thing which is for so great labors.
Greetings, oh charming Sirmio, and rejoice with the
master rejoicing, and you, oh Lydian waves of the lake,
laugh at whatever there is of a jeering home.

Paene insularum, Sirmio, Insularumque
ocelle, quascumque in liquentibus stagnis
marique vasto fert uterque Neptunus,
quam te libenter quamque laetus inviso,
vix mi ipse credens Thyniam atque Bithynos
liquisse campos et videre te in tuto.
O quid solutis est beatius curis,
cum mens onus reponit, ac peregrino
labore fessi venimus larem ad nostrum,
desideratoque acquiescimus lecto?
Hoc est quod unum est pro laboribus tantis.
Salve, o venusta Sirmio, atque ero gaude
gaudente; vosque, o Lydiae lacus undae,
ridete quidquid est dome cachinnorum.

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