HORACE ODE 1. 13
I greatly admire great Horace – so thus I translate his great Ode :
Ciao, Leucone ! Hey, it’s forbidden ! Just stop asking what kind of a death the gods might have in store for you- or , indeed, for me ; and would you please stop fiddling around with those Babylonian numbers !
Whatever happens, just put up with it .
Whether there’ll be more winters, or mebbe Juppiter has sent us this as the last, with those Tuscan waves walloping the bloody bejaysus outta the opposing rocks !
Get wise !
Strain your wines and in this short period just give up on long hope.
Time, that bastard, is flying as we speak.
Grab today ; just give minimal credence to what’s coming after this.
FRANK CORCORAN Translation 2016