Latin Nights

Reviewing Catullus in anticipation of my Latin final...

Miser Catulle, desinas ineptire,
et quod vides perisse perditum ducas.
fulsere quondam candidi tibi soles,
cum ventitabas quo puella ducebat
amata nobis quantum amabitur nulla.
ibi illa multa tum iocosa fiebant,
quae tu volebas nec puella nolebat.
fulsere vere candidi tibi soles.

Oh Catullus, the sun was shining brilliantly upon you. Or were the brilliant suns shining upon you? Perhaps the sun was shining on brilliant you? Hrm, it must be getting late...