Now spring brings back iceless warm fronts,
Now the unpredictability of an equinoctial sky
Falls silent beneath the West Wind’s pleasant breeze.
Time to leave the fields of Troy, Catullus,
And the udder-rich plains of sweltering Nicaea.
Let us fly to the distinguished cities of Asia,
My mind is impatient and longing to wander now,
My happy feet grow lively at the thought of it now,
Goodbye, sweet crowd of friends, we set out
Together from home far away, but
Different and varied are the roads that carry us back.