Poems Found in Translation: Virgil
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Virgil: The Promise of Jupiter (From Latin)

The Promise of Jupiter: Aeneid 1.275-296
By Virgil
Translated by A.Z. Foreman

Then it will happen: basking in the pelt
Of the she-wolf that nursed him, Romulus
Will lead his race, and raise the walls of Mars,
And give his own name to the people: Romans.
These I set free from distance and from time,
To them I grant an Empire with no end.
Then even Juno who embittered now
Harrows the sky and earth and sea with horrors
Will keep a greater counsel, and hold dear
As I do now this people of all peoples,
Lords of all lands, men of the toga: Romans.
My will be done. As the years fall with time 

An age shall come when these the royal sons
Of Troy enslave the homeland of Achilles
And Agamemnon's kingdom. They will bring

Their law to bear upon the broken Argives;
Born of that noble line a Trojan Caesar
Bestrides the narrow world to bound his empire
With ocean, and his glory in the stars.
Julius his name, of the great clan of Iulus.
Him you shall welcome into heaven with us,
Laden with spoils of Asia, come his day,
And he like us shall be invoked in prayers.
War put aside, the bitter times shall mellow

As seasoned Fides, Vesta and Romulus
United with his brother, give the law.  
The Gates of War, baleful with iron bars
Shall be locked shut. Therein unholy Rancor
Of civil gore, crouched on his savage weapons,
Hands bound back by a hundred brazen shackles,
Will bristle black and howl with blood-drunk mouth.


The Original:

Inde lupae fulvō nūtrīcis tegmine laetus
Rōmulus excipiet gentem et Māvortia condet
moenia, Rōmānōsque suō dē nōmine dīcet.
Hīs ego nec mētās rērum nec tempora pōnō;
imperium sine fīne dedī. Quīn aspera Iūnō,
quae mare nunc terrāsque metū caelumque fatīgat,
cōnsilia in melius referet, mēcumque fovēbit
Rōmānōs rērum dominōs gentemque togātam.
Sīc placitum. Veniet lūstrīs lābentibus aetās,
cum domus Assaracī Phthīam clārāsque Mycēnās
servitiō premet, ac victīs dominābitur Argīs.
Nāscētur pulchrā Troiānus orīgine Caesar,
imperium Ōceanō, fāmam quī terminet astrīs,—
Iūlius, ā magnō dēmissum nōmen Ǐūlō.
Hunc tū ōlim caelō, spoliīs Orientis onustum,
accipiēs sēcūra; vocābitur hic quoque vōtīs.
Aspera tum positīs mītēscent saecula bellīs;
cāna Fidēs, et Vesta, Remō cum frātre Quirīnus,
iūra dabunt; dīrae ferrō et compāgibus artīs
claudentur Bellī portae; Furor impius intus,
saeva sedēns super arma, et centum vīnctus aēnīs
post tergum nōdīs, fremet horridus ōre cruentō.

Virgil: On the Solar Apocalypse (From Latin)

This is a rather free (in a certain sense) translation of the climactic end of Vergil's first Georgic. The nice thing about translating the eternally overtranslated Latin poets of the late Republic and early Empire is that I feel much freer to do as I like in my own renderings. It's not like I'm at serious risk of misleading the public or anything.

On the Solar Apocalypse
By Vergil (Geo.I.461-514)
Translated by A.Z. Foreman

What the late dusk brings hither, whence the weather
Hurls the fair clouds, how dank the southwind's schemes...
These things the sun foreshadows. No man questions
The sun. For it foretells the tide of times,
Treasons unseen, star-chambered insurrection,
And the first groundswell of uncivil war.

When Caesar bled his last, the sun pitied Rome,
Veiled his bright head in iron-red air till godless
Times shook in terror of eternal nightfall.
Over his wounds the sky had prophesied.
Then in those days of wrath the earth and ocean,
The foul-mawed beasts, the gyres of heinous birds
Foreshadowed things. Mount Aetna quaked with magma
And ruptured, overflowing the Cyclops' fields
With molten stone and lava whirled through air.
Wild over Germany the nordic thunder
Of battle hammered the sky. The stiff Alps shifted.

And all the multitudes heard a mighty voice
Cry havoc through the silent groves, beheld
Unearthedly pale visions in the dead
Nightfall. Yea even the cattle cried in tongues.

Unnatural times! Streams sat still, the landscape fissured,
The temple bronze broke out in sweat and tears.

That overlord of rivers Eridanus
Flooding whole forests in his waking, rushed
Amok about the lowlands, making off
With herds and pens. And ever in that time
The viscera of beasts were thick with omens
Evil and awful, wellsprings were spurting blood
And every night the towns on high ground sounded
And resounded with the wolf-pack's trailing wail.
Never from such a fair sky had more firebolts
Fallen, nor heaven blazed forth more baleful comets,
As fury cumbered Italy. It was clear
Brutus against the western coalition
Would see the Roman legions once again
Battle each other, wielding the same blades.
For the Master Spirits saw fit that the soil
Of Macedonia and the broad Balkans
Be gorged a second time on blood of our own.

Surely in ages hence, states yet unborn,
The farmer turning earth in those same lands
Will find the javelins eaten red with rust
Or clank on empty helmets with his harrow,
Gaping at the those same skulls in excavated
Mass graves: the ancient ruin of our nobles.

O national home gods! Dear founding father
Romulus! Mother Vesta! All of you
Who guard the Tiber and the Palatine!
That age's revolutions are complete.
Let not this young, august Octavian fail
In peace-keeping. We've suffered long enough
The heavens' crimes against humanity.
And long enough beneath your reign, O Caesar,
Have jealous gods harassed us for your triumphs
Reversing right and wrong. Such world-wide warfare,
So many faces of wickedness. No honor
Paid to the plow, but farmland left to rot,
The farmers drafted for troops, and their curved sickles
Hammered to straight stern swords upon the forge.
First German wars, then wars on the Euphrates...
Neighboring peoples violating treaties
For violence's own sake, with an unholy
Militant god berserking over the globe.

Just so a chariot bursting from the gates
Veers out of control. The four horses run wild
As though spur-struck by four invisible horsemen,
Towing the driver powerless at the reins,
The chariot heedless of the charioteer.

Audio of me reading the Latin:


The Original:

Dēnique, quid Vesper sērus vehat, unde serēnās
ventus agat nūbēs, quid cōgitet ūmidus Auster,
sōl tibi signa dabit. Sōlem quis dīcere falsum
audeat? Ille etiam caecōs īnstāre tumultūs
saepe monet fraudemque et operta tumēscere bella;

Ille etiam extīnctō miserātus Caesare Rōmam,
cum caput obscūrā nitidum ferrūgine tēxit
impiaque aeternam timuērunt saecula noctem.
Tempore quamquam illō tellūs quoque et aequora pontī
obscēnaeque canēs importūnaeque volucrēs
signa dabant. Quotiēns Cyclōpum effervere in agrōs
vīdimus undantem ruptīs fornācibus Aetnam
flammārumque globōs liquefactaque volvere saxa!
Armōrum sonitum tōtō Germānia caelō
audiit, īnsolitīs tremuērunt mōtibus Alpēs.

Vōx quoque per lūcōs volgō exaudīta silentis
īngēns et simulacra modīs pallentia mīrīs
vīsa sub obscūrum noctis, pecudēsque locūtae,
Ō īnfandum! Sistunt amnēs terraeque dehīscunt
et maestum illacrimat templīs ebur aeraque sūdant.

Prōluit īnsānō contorquēns vertice silvās
fluviōrum rēx Ēridanus campōsque per omnīs
cum stabulīs armenta tulit. Nec tempore eōdem
trīstibus aut extīs fibrae adparēre minācēs
aut puteīs mānāre cruor cessāvit et altae
per noctem resonāre lupīs ululantibus urbēs.

Nōn aliās caelō cecidērunt plūra serēnō
fulgura nec dīrī totiēns ārsēre comētae.
Ergō inter sēsē paribus concurrere tēlīs
Rōmānās aciēs iterum vīdēre Philippī;
nec fuit indignum superīs, bis sanguine nostrō
Ēmathiam et lātōs Haemī pinguēscere campōs.

Scīlicet et tempus veniet, cum fīnibus illīs
agricola incurvō terram mōlītus arātrō
exēsa inveniet scabrā rūbīgine pīla
aut gravibus rāstrīs galeās pulsābit inānīs
grandiaque effossīs mīrābitur ossa sepulchrīs.

Dī patriī, Indigetēs, et Rōmule Vestaque māter,
quae Tuscum Tiberim et Rōmāna Palātia servās,
hunc saltem ēversō iuvenem succurrere saeclō
nē prohibēte! Satis iam prīdem sanguine nostrō
Lāomedōntēae luimus periūria Troiae;

Iam prīdem nōbīs caelī tē rēgia, Caesar,
invidet atque hominum queritur cūrāre triumphōs;
quīppe ubi fās versum atque nefās: tot bella per orbem,
tam multae scelerum faciēs; nōn ūllus arātrō
dignus honos, squālent abductīs arva colōnīs
et curvae rigidum falcēs cōnflantur in ēnsem.
Hinc movet Euphrātēs, illinc Germānia bellum;
vīcīnae ruptīs inter sē lēgibus urbēs
arma ferunt; saevit tōtō Mārs impius orbe;
ut cum carceribus sēsē effūdēre quadrīgae,
addunt in spatia et frūstrā retinācula tendēns
fertur equīs aurīga neque audit currus habēnās.