Desiring I, to sing of your victories,
Apollo played harsh notes upon my lyre
Lest I set sail on such a task
With my little craft. O Caesar, your reign
Restores the fields to fertility
And tears down our banners
from lofty Parthian columns,
returning them to Jupiter.
Caesar has closed the Janus Gate,
Restoring order and restraining license.
He ties the hands of the wicked
And restores the ways of our ancestors,
by which the Latin name has grown
and the fame of Italy and majesty of empire
spread from the land of the rising of the sun
to the place where it completes its circuit.
In Caesar’s safe-keeping, no civil furor
nor naked force will drive out peaceful leisure,
Nor will the wrath that hammers out swords
any longer threaten our cities.
Those men who drink the waters of the Danube
will not dare break your laws, nor will Geta,
nor Seres nor the infidel Persians,
nor those born by the river Don.
Ever will we go with candles and offerings,
Surrounded by the joyous gifts of Bacchus,
With our children and our wives
Duly praying to the gods as in ancient days
Let us sing of our captains and the deeds of our fathers
Mixing flute and song in Lydian tunes.
Let us sing of Troy and Anchises
and the children of Mother Venus.