Horace, Odes 1.3

Horace, Odes 1.3

If you, powerful goddess of Cyprus,
If you, brothers of Helen, shining constellations,
And you, father of the winds, who rules beyond
Iapys where others are obstructed, allow,
I entreat that you, ship, which owes Vergil,
Entrusted to you to Attic realms,
Might return safe,
And that you preserve half of my soul.
For him, oak and three-fold bronze was placed
Around my heart, which first joined
Fragile raft to fierce se?
Neither has it feared stormy Africus,
Battling against Aquilus,
Nor rainy Hyades or rage of Notus,
Than whom there is no greater lord of the Adriatic
Whether he wishes to raise or calm the seas.
What, Acroceraunia, has feared the progression of death,
Who has seen sea-borne monster with tearless eye,
Who has seen the turbid sea
And ill-famed crags?
In vain prudent gods have separated lands
With discordant ocean,
If nevertheless irreverant ships bound across,
But skimming the waters.
Humankind, rash to suffer all things,
Rushes to sin forbidden;
The daring Prometheus bore fire
With mischievous craft to these peoples.
After the fire’s theft from the gods’ house
Decay and a new kind of
Calamities swept over the lands,
And slow fate first quickened the
Approach of remote death.
Daedalus tried the vacuous air
With wings not given to man;
Hercules overcame the Acherontan labor.
Nothing has been insurmountable to mortals;
Foolish, we seek the sky itself, and nor
Do we endure through our age to
Lay aside our fiery barbs for Jove.

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