Berlin and New York: De Gruyter. in a new English translation, A new English translation with in-depth hyperlinked index. though he bore witness, carrying his shield there, to Trojan times. the uncivilised ways of our new-born race, in the ways of wrestling, you the messenger. The Furies deliver some as a spectacle for cruel Mars. What have the young men held their hands back from, in fear of the gods? of the choir of love, or the dancing feet, while life is still green, and your white-haired old age. Horace. weâve the battle over wine, between the Lapiths and the Centaurs, as a warning to us all, and the frenzied Thracians, whom Bacchus. and the gathering of light nymphs and satyrs, draw me from the throng, if Euterpe the Muse, wonât deny me her flute, and Polyhymnia. of Romulus, or of Numaâs peaceful reign, of Tarquinâs proud axes, or of that younger, Gratefully, I speak in distinguished verses. who, dear to the gods, three or four times yearly, Iâm called on. and the pledge thatâs retrieved from her arm, Iâll sing of you, who wise with your training, shaped. one debilitating the Tyrrhenian Sea on opposing cliffs. of the groves that clothe the cool slopes of Algidus, You boys, sounding as many praises, of Tempe, and Apolloâs native isle Delos, his shoulder. Translators generally arrange the Odes of Horace in four-line stanzas after the German scholar August Meineke, who noticed that most poems are divisible by four. over the levelled spoil of their shattered walls. crossed, in spirit, the rounds of the sky. Line. leaving the withering leaves to this East wind, Friend of the Muses, Iâll throw sadness and fear. The Odes were addressed to specific recipients, the more important of whom can be identified, though Horace may not have known ⦠I offer my translation of Ode 1.11, one of his famous Carpe Diem poems which embrace Epicurean philosophy. like fools, we aim at the heavens themselves. Counting syllables, and noting the natural rhythm of individual phrases, may help. no more are the meadows white with hoary frost. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. My child, how I hate Persian ostentation. clothed in their royal purple, all fear you, with a careless foot, or the tumultuous crowd. Atheneâs already prepared her helm. garlands twined around lime-tree bark displease me: forget your chasing, to find all the places, Youâre eager, take care, that nothing enhances, the simple myrtle: itâs not only you that. in a small mound of meagre earth near the Matinian shore. 1882. This banner text can have markup.. web; books; video; audio; software; images; Toggle navigation while flagrant desire, libidinous passion. He has put aside his relationship with the woman who is now engaging in a tryst with a man he, rather condescendingly, calls a gracilis puer (simple boy.) Once I wandered, an expert in crazy wisdom. Whose name will it be that joyfully resounds. O Lyre, if Iâve ever played. youâll be safe, yourself, and rich rewards will flow from the source, Neptune, who is the protector of holy Tarentum. For models he turned to Greek lyric, especially to the poetry of Alcaeus, Sappho, and Pindar; but his poems are set in a Roman context. to the winds, to blow over the Cretan Sea. and forgets its pastures, a coward, youâll flee him. people! Does your will waver? but his skin and his bones, and that certainly made him, Archytas. trans. desert the great houses plunged in mourning. ISBN 978-3-11-020292-2. Translation:Odes (Horace)/Book I/5. nuntium curvaeque lyrae parentem, callidum quicquid placuit iocoso. If you'd like to help expand it, see the help pages and the style guide, or leave a comment on this work's talk page. thatâs better destined for the Persians. when you, who gave promise of much better things, by copious incense, come to the lovely shrine. Though you hurry away, itâs a brief delay: three scattered handfuls of earth will free you. and each, in turn, makes the journey of death. But thereâs still one night that awaits us all. I haven't translated or given Horace's Odes very much attention since I was an undergrad. that struggle, far away, over raging seas, youâll see that neither the cypress trees, Donât ask what tomorrow brings, call them your gain. Shackleton Bailey, D. R. (2001). game of mating unsuitable bodies and minds. Ode 4.8 has 34 lines, for example, though some believe lines 17 and 33 are spurious. Now it is time to drink; now with loose feet. So you want me to drink up my share, as well, of the heavy Falernian? Perhaps, disdain, await you, too: donât let me be abandoned here. the priestessâs mind in the Pythian shrine. We use cookies for essential site functions and for social media integration. Swift Faunus, the god, will quite often exchange. O ship the fresh tide carries back to sea again. BkI:XXII Singing of Lalage (Integer Vitae), Fierce winter slackens its grip: itâs spring and the west windâs sweet â¦â¦. like a fierce tiger, or a Gaetulian lion: What limit, or restraint, should we show at the loss. deserting her Cyprus, not letting me sing of. under you, heâll rule the wide earth with justice: youâll shake Olympus with your heavy chariot, youâll send your hostile lightning down to shatter. Lovely Bacchus, Iâll not be the one to stir you, against your will. by pride that lifts its empty head too high, above itself, once more. You may accept or manage cookie usage at any time. The arrangement works well for most but not all poems. Horace took pride in being the first Roman to write a body of lyric poetry. Please try reading slowly to identify the rhythm of the first verse of each poem, before reading the whole poem through. See fierce Tydides, his fatherâs. Piously, you ask the gods for him, alas, in vain: Even if you played on the Thracian lyre, listened. Carmen Saeculare, with the Epodes flow for you, now, from the horn of plenty. And if you enter me among all the lyric poets. and if you, again, might give me your heart. Bacchus, too, commands me, Theban Semeleâs son. When their clear stars are shining bright. would life then return, to that empty phantom, who wonât simply re-open the gates of Fate. Horace is a frequently complicated, dense poet, so the translations are ⦠set in Tiburâs gentle soil, and by the walls Catilus founded: because the god decreed all things are hard for those who never drink. What has our harsh age spared? while the Thracian wind rages, furiously. We use cookies for social media and essential site functions. and the labouring woods bend under the weight: Drive away bitterness, and pile on the logs. I, myself, when a nobler passion was called for. Who doesnât rather speak of you, Bacchus, and you, lovely Venus? conquer our Bassus in downing the Thracian draughts. the funerals of the old, and the young, close ranks together. and he gave us no better way to lessen our anxieties. O Sestus, my friend. and Helenâs brothers, the brightest of stars. urges you on, there, among showers of roses, with simple elegance? Iâll drink on no other. This work may be freely reproduced, stored and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose. for Salian feasts, comrades. Pale death knocks with impartial foot, at the door of the poor manâs cottage. futile, calculations. careless of his life, when Hannibal conquered: and Camillus too, whom their harsh poverty. of so dear a life? We use cookies for essential site functions and for social media integration. than Pholoë to sin with some low-down lover. more palaestrae, te canam, magni Iovis et deorum. Jump to navigation Jump to search. with anxious prayers: you, mistress of ocean. Soon the night will crush you, the fabled spirits, and Plutoâs bodiless halls: where once youâve passed inside youâll no longer. whether his pathâs through the sweltering Syrtes, or makes its way through those fabulous regions, While I was wandering, beyond the boundaries, of my farm, in the Sabine woods, and singing. will storm all around your corrupted heart, ah, that the youths, filled with laughter, take more delight. from dark skies, without bringing endless rain, so Plancus, my friend, remember to end a sad life. Conditions and Exceptions apply. Fierce winter slackens its grip: itâs spring and the west windâs sweet change: the ropes are hauling dry hulls towards the shore. bore Helen over the waves, in a ship from Troy, Nereus , the sea-god, checked the swift breeze. and left nothing more behind, for black Death. or that Jubaâs parched Numidian land breeds, Set me down on the lifeless plains, where no trees. Melpomene, teach me, Muse, a song of mourning, you, whom the Father granted. till the dull earth, and the wandering rivers. of the icy Arctic shores weâre afraid of. You run away from me as a fawn does, Chloë. Books 1 to 3 were published in 23 BC. Tantalus, Pelopâs father, died too, a guest of the gods, Minos gained entry to great Jupiterâs secrets, Tartarus. BkI:VIII : To Lydia: Stop Ruining Sybaris! Alas, the shame of our scars and wickedness. The Collins Latin Dictionary, for example, includes a good summary. are raised to the gods, as Earthâs masters, by posts. to your care, guide you to Atticaâs shores, the breast of the man who first committed, without fearing the fierce south-westerlies. Leuconoë , donât ask, we never know, what fate the gods grant us. youâll comb your hair and pluck at the peace-loving lyre, make the music for songs that please girls: uselessly. wonât refuse to exert herself on her Lesbian lyre. The number of syllables most commonly employed in each standard line of the verse is given. incite the peaceful: âTo arms, to armsâ, and sheâs carrying the spikes and the wedges. pursuing her close as she fled from Rome. who generally splits the clouds with his lightning. Now its right to garland our gleaming heads, with green myrtle or flowers. youâll hide, in the depths of your room, from the heavy spears, from the arrows of Cretan, reeds, and the noise of the battle, and swift-footed, Ajax quick to follow: yet, ah too late, youâll bathe. 1882. Never despair, if Teucer leads, of Teucerâs omens! May you ⦠Horace 'The Odes' Book I: A new, downloadable English translation. Horace, Ode 1.10 Mercuri, facunde nepos Atlantis, qui feros cultus hominum recentum. I wonât be silent about you, O Bacchus, to wild creatures, or you Apollo, so feared. How much better to suffer what happens. trans. in a Grecian jar, when you dear Maecenas, received the theatreâs applause, so your native. with closely-trimmed nails, attacking young men: Let others sing in praise of Rhodes, or Mytilene, or Thebes thatâs known for Bacchus, or Apolloâs isle, Thereâs some whose only purpose is to celebrate. none of them, Virgil, weep more profusely than you. and the lovely Graces have joined with the Nymphs, treading the earth on tripping feet, while Vulcan, all on fire, visits. or the fields of lush Larisa are quite as striking. is far away with all its moroseness. Critical edition of Horace's collected works, in Latin with a critical apparatus. The translations stay close to the literal meaning and sequence of the originals, yet are rendered into English poetry. From Wikisource < Translation:Odes (Horace)â | Book I. Old, in your turn, youâll bemoan coarse adulterers. bury the hearthstones, and, with generous heart, Leave the rest to the gods: when theyâve stilled the winds. Come and drink with me, rough Sabine in cheap cups, yet wine that I sealed myself, and laid up. now? Telephusâ rosy neck, Telephusâ waxen arms. John Conington. 43 Horace accompanied Brutus to Asia minor on his staff in late 43 or early 42 (as 1.7, the first of the satires and written before the Battle of Philippi in 42, clearly shows). whoâs hiding away in the darkest corner. let it be heard by faithful ears â oh, you wretch! those powers that will spur on a mare in heat. in the uncertain future, a second Salamis. hates, when they split right from wrong, by too fine a line of passion. Translation:Odes (Horace)/Book I/1. and itâs of no use to you in the least, that you, born to die, have explored the celestial houses. You, who not long ago were troubling weariness. Without you thereâs no worth in my tributes: itâs fitting that you, that all of your sisters, To fight with wine-cups intended for pleasure, only suits Thracians: forget those barbarous. Topics Horace Complete Interlinear Collection opensource Language Interlingua. back home, whom the Greeks, new armed, will look for again, having sworn to destroy the marriage your planning, Ah, what sweated labour for men and for horses, draws near! in a given line. and your troubles, wisely, with sweet wine, whether itâs the camp, and gleaming standards, that hold you, They say that Teucer, fleeing from Salamis and his. wine theyâve purchased with Syrian goods. All of what is said there applies in the case of Horace as well -- ⦠For some general observations on translating poetry, and on translating Latin poetry in particular, see our Catullus page. And she dared to gaze at her fallen kingdom, with a calm face, and touch the poisonous asps, with courage, so that she might drink down. breathing hard, as you run, with your head thrown high, The anger of Achillesâ armies may delay. and set indiscriminately gathered olive on their heads. Hold back the savagery of drums, and the Berecyntian horns. Original Latin. how your shattered masts and yards are groaning loudly. Looking for an examination copy? had him dragged away to the slaughter, among the Lycian troops? has placed a love-bite, in memory, on your lips. You havenât a single sail thatâs still intact now. within the first book of Horaceâs Carmina.6 Horace likely wrote the poem in the mid-20s, following the death of Quintilius Varus of Cremona, a mutual friend of both Vergil and Horace.7 As Michael Putnam points out, the ode generically conflates both epicedium and consolatio; it is simultaneously a lamen- Calm your mind: the passions of the heart have made. A basic level guide to some of the best known and loved works of prose, poetry and drama from ancient Greece Nunc est bibendum (Odes, Book 1, Poem 37) by Horace © Copyright 2000-2020 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. their boyhood spent under the self-same master. used in Odes: 9,16,17,26,27,29,31,34,35,37, Sapphic and Adonic: 11(5+6) three times, 5, Second Asclepiadean:8, 12 (6+6), alternating, Third Asclepiadean: 12 (6+6) three times, 8, Fourth Asclepiadean: 12 (6+6) twice, 7, 8, Alcmanic Strophe: 17 (7+10) or less, 11 or less, alternating, First Archilochian: 17 (7+10) or less, 7 alternating, Fourth Archilochian Strophe: 18 (7+11) or less, 11 (5+6) alternating, Second Sapphic Strophe: 7, 15 (5+10) alternating. nourishes deep in its far-flung oak forests. in secluded valleys, sing of bright Circe, Here youâll bring cups of innocent Lesbian. Deep in wine, who rattles on, about harsh campaigns or poverty? Teucer of Salamis presses you fearlessly, and if itâs a question of handling the horses, youâll know him too. their harsh fate: âYouâre taking a bird of ill-omen. from the midday heat and the driving rain. whatever he gleaned from the Libyan threshing. and wasted faith in mysteries much more transparent than the glass. Horace fully exploited the metrical possibilities offered to him by Greek lyric verse. soft whispers at night, at the hour agreed, and the pleasing laugh that betrays her, the girl. in the green ivy, the dark of the myrtle. clipping the red-hot wheels, by noble palms: this man, if the fickle crowd of Citizens, that one, if heâs stored away in his granary. Uselessly daring, through Venusâ protection. See how Soracte stands glistening with snowfall. Youâll hear, less and less often now: âAre you sleeping, Lydia, while your lover. or the long-lasting parsley, or the brief lilies: on Damalis, but Damalis wonât be parted. Please refer to our Privacy Policy. Here the rich, wealth of the countrysideâs beauties will. will ever dissolve, before lifeâs final day. Heâll drive away sad war, and miserable famine. from all those bloodthirsty quarrels of yours. who gleams much more brightly than Parian marble: and her face too dangerous to ever behold. Whoâll deny, now, that rivers can flow. and at the princeâs gate. once my Mount Usticaâs long sloping valleys, and its smooth worn rocks, have re-echoed. the crown and delights in setting it, there. Odes and Epodes. While he tried to scare you, with his threatening voice. who enjoys you now and believes youâre golden. now itâs right to sacrifice to Faunus, in groves that are filled with shadow. a man daring in war, yet still, amongst arms, or after heâd moored his storm-driven boat. The merchant afraid of the African winds as, they fight the Icarian waves, loves the peace, and the soil near his town, but quickly rebuilds. Literal English Translation. © Copyright 2000-2020 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. are burning, and soon the girls will grow hotter. Experience the eBook and associated online resources on our new Higher Education website. the storm-tossed water streams down from the headland. with her speedy ships to some hidden shore. The Persian scimitarâs quite out of keeping, with the wine and the lamplight: my friends restrain. who suffered worse with me often, drown your cares with wine: tomorrow weâll sail the wide seas again.â. wild boar rampages, through his close meshes. Those wishing to understand the precise scansion of Latin lyric verse should consult a specialist text. George Bell and Sons. and those deeds that, afterwards, are followed by a blind self-love. Horace. nor crafty Ulyssesâ long sea-wanderings. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. or on Pindusâs crest, or on cool Haemus, where the trees followed thoughtlessly after, that held back the swift-running streams and the rush. You bring virtuous souls to the happy shores, controlling the bodiless crowds with your wand, of gold, pleasing to the gods of the heavens. you, the fierce Dacian, wandering Scythian. since Iâve charmed away all of my hostile words. held by unbroken pledge, one which no destruction. you were first tuned by Alcaeus of Lesbos. A new complete downloadable English translation of the Odes and other poetry translations including Lorca, Petrarch, Propertius, and Mandelshtam. London. Anger brought Thyestes down, to utter ruin, and itâs the prime reason powerful cities, and armies, in scorn, sent the hostile plough. of the breeze, by his mother the Museâs art, Which shall I sing first of the praises reserved. Agrippa, I donât try to speak of such things. Does endless sleep lie heavy on Quintilius. We use cookies for social media and essential site functions. I donât know whether to speak next, after those. who gazed, dry-eyed, on swimming monsters. father, still wreathed the garlands, leaves of poplar, round his forehead, flushed with wine, and in speech to his friends. If you are interested in the title for your course we can consider offering an examination copy. whether your fate or mine, donât waste your time on Babylonian. Bright Notus from the south often blows away the clouds. The Carmen Saeculare was composed and published in 17 BCE as Horace was returning to the genre of lyric which he had abandoned six years earlier; the fourth book of Odes ⦠Horatius, Opera (in Latin). the changes of faith and of gods, ah, heâll wonder. While Paris, the traitorous shepherd, her guest. that hangs on the temple wall reveals, suspended, You should be penned as brave, and a conqueror. But the disloyal mob, and the perjured whores, vanish, and friends scatter when theyâve drunk our wine, Guard our Caesar whoâs soon setting off again, against the earthâs far-off Britons, and guard, the fresh young levies, whoâll scare the East. his shattered ships, unsuited to poverty. The man who is pure of life, and free of sin. A fourth book, consisting of 15 poems, was published in 13 BC. A. S. Kline © Copyright 2003-2005 All Rights Reserved. The hunter, sweet wife forgotten, stays out under frozen skies, if his faithful, hounds catch sight of a deer, or a Marsian. that is sister to Justice, and our naked Truth. weave them together all the bright flowers. ISBN 978-0674996090. As the deer sees the wolf there, over the valley. For works with similar titles, see Odes. Ars Poetica: The Art of Poetry, or Epistle to the Pisos. her headlong Anio, and the groves of Tiburnus. Have you thought of Ulysses, the bane of your race. Buy The Complete Odes and Epodes (Classics) by Horace, Betty Radice, W. G. Shepherd (ISBN: 9780140444223) from Amazon's Book Store. The peasant who loves to break clods in his native. Q. HORATI FLACCI CARMINA Liber I: Liber II: Liber III: Liber IV; Horace The Latin Library The Classics Page The Latin Library The Classics Page who thinks youâll always be single and lovely, while still untried. Odes 1.24 was published in 23 B.C. and Tiber reverse the course of his streams. no rest for our feet in the Salian fashion. John Conington. O may you remake our blunt weapons, of a bullock, delight in placating the gods. hair, will handle your wine-cups, one taught, by his fatherâs bow how to manage eastern, arrows? Quickly, run for harbour. swords out of Noricum, or sea, the wrecker, They say when Prometheus was forced to add, something from every creature to our first clay. free from care, lightly-defended, of my Lalage. How often heâll cry at. will absolve you. and Youth, less lovely without you, hasten here, What does he pray for as he pours out the wine. London. Where are you going! in a new unexpurgated English translation. There may be no best translation. like the viperâs blood: he wonât appear with arms bruised by weapons. and thereâs nothing thatâs like him or near him. has been properly recognised in the Odes as Horaceâs âBacchic/Dionysiac Poeticsâ.1 The absence of such readings of Epode 9 is all the more striking when one considers the poemâs anticipation of Ode 1.37, whose close relations to Dionysiac dithyrambs were elucidated by Alex Hardie in 1976.2 Translation:Odes (Horace) From Wikisource. searching the trackless hills for its frightened mother, For if the coming of spring begins to rustle, among the trembling leaves, or if a green lizard, And yet Iâm not chasing after you to crush you. From whom nothingâs born thatâs greater than he is. showed no sign of womanish fear at the sword. 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