Ancient Roman Poem (Horace: Ode to Thaliarchus in Winter) Translated from the Latin by A.Z. Foreman

Poems Found In Translation: “Horace: Ode 1.9 To Thaliarchus in Winter (From Latin)”

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Horace: Ode 1.9 To Thaliarchus in Winter (From Latin) Posted: 28 Jan 2015 08:48 AM PST To Thaliarchus In Winter By Horace Translated by A.Z. Foreman Click to hear me recite the original Latin See how Soracte1 shines in the height of snowfall,　 See how the toiling forests can hardly bear　 　their cold loads, how the streams stand frozen, 　　stilled with sharp ice in bewintering air. Thaw off this cold. Throw logs on the hearth in warm　 welcome, and be more generous with the pure  ã€€  　wine drawn from that old Sabine2 cask,         　　dear Thaliarchus, good host and sure  friend. Let the gods take care of the rest. Once they've　 brought all the winds that brawl on the boiling sea    ã€€   　to heel, then nothing shakes the ancient 　　alder and beautiful cypress tree. Ask not of what tomorrow will bring. Each day　 fortune allows you, count as a blessed gain.　 　Young man, enjoy the sweet delights of  　　loving and dancing. Do not abstain while your green youth is free of old peevish gray.　　 Now is the time for Campus3 and plaza too,　 　for nights of sighs and whispered nothings     　　when you and her keep a rendezvous, Time for the lovely laugh from a secret corner　 giving away the girl where she hides at last,　 　for the love-bracelet from a hand whose 　　fingers pretend to resist your grasp.  Notes: 1- Mount Soracte, a mountain north of Rome and visible from the city streets. 2 - Sabine wine, originating in an area near Horace's own farm. Not an especially expensive vintage. 3 - "Campus" i.e. the Campus Martius or Field of Mars. Original: VidÄ“s ut altā stet nive candidum　 Sōracte, nec iam sustineant onus　 　silvae labōrantÄ“s, gelÅ«que 　　flÅ«mina cōnstiterint acÅ«tō. Dissolve frÄ«gus, ligna super focō              ã€€ largÄ“ repōnÄ“ns atque benignius　 　dÄ“prōme quadrÄ«mum SabÄ«nā, 　　ō Thaliarche, merum diōtā: permitte dÄ«vÄ«s cÄ“tera, quÄ« simul　 strāvÄ“re ventōs aequore fervidō                  ã€€     　dÄ“proeliantÄ«s, nec cupressÄ« 　　nec veterÄ“s agitantur ōrnÄ«. Quid sit futÅ«rum crās fuge quaerere et　 quem Fōrs diÄ“rum cumque dabit lucrō　 　appōne, nec dulcÄ«s amōrÄ“s                           　　sperne puer neque tÅ« chorēās, dōnec virentÄ« cānitiÄ“s abest　 mōrōsa.  Nunc et campus et āreae　 　lÄ“nÄ“sque sub noctem susurrÄ« 　　compositā repetantur hōrā,           nunc et latentis prōditor intumō　 grātus puellae rÄ«sus ab angulō　 　pignusque dÄ“reptum lacertÄ«s 　　aut digitō male pertinācÄ«.