Horace, Odes 1.2

Horace, Odes, 1.2

Now the father drives enough of ominous hail
And snow to the lands, and with redding
Right hand has hurled his sacred fires to citadels;
He has terrified the city,

Terrified nations, lest the age of lamented
Pyrrha dreadfully return strange prodigies,
When Proteus urged his whole herd to seek
The heights of the mountain,

And all kind of fish cling to the highest elm,
Which is known to have been seat to doves,
And fearful deer float, sea having
Covered the land.

We have seen the tawny Tiber with waves
Driven back violently from the Etruscan shore
To go overthrow monuments of the king
And temples to Vesta,

While to complaining Ilia he boasts himself
Too great the avenger, and at the sinister bank
The uxorious raging river overflows
Without consent of Jove.

He will harken to sharpen iron against his citizens,
By which the formidable Persians would better have perished,
That youth, thinned by the conflict of their parents
Will recall the conflicts.

The people of the imperium, falling from its works, might
Entreat whom of the gods? Could the sacred virgins
Weary of chants, Vesta too little listening
To any prayer?

To whom will Jove give the role of atoning
for crime? At last, we pray that he might come,
With a cloud wrapped about his arms,
Prophetic Apollo;

Whether you prefer, laughing Erycina,
Around whom Cupid and Iocus fly;
Or  you, Mars, look back upon your neglected
People and progeny,

Alas, satiated to excess in long sport,
Whom clamor and gleaming helmets and
Fierce look of the Mauritanian soldier, bloodied
From the enemy, pleases;

Whether, form changed, you disguise yourself on
Earth as a youth, winged son of bountiful
Maia, enduring to be called
Avenger of Caesar,

Might you return late to the sky, and, happy
For a time, be present amongst the people of Quirinus,
Nor let a too-early wind bear you off, offended
By our faults;

Here delight more greatly in our magnificent Triumphs,
Here, father and leader, adore to be spoken of ,
Nor let it be permitted for Persians to ride unpunished,
With you as leader, Caesar.

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