§13.1Horrida tempestas caelum contraxit et imbres §13.2nivesque deducunt Iovem; nunc mare, nunc siluae §13.3Threicio Aquilone sonant.
A dreadful storm has condensed the sky, and rains and snow bring down Jupiter; now the sea, now the woods resound with the Thracian North Wind.
rapiamus, amici, §13.4Occasionem de die dumque virent genua §13.5et decet, obducta solvatur fronte senectus.
Let us snatch, my friends, the opportunity from the day, and while our knees are green and it is fitting, let gloom be released from our clouded brow.
§13.6tu vina Torquato move consule pressa meo.
You, bring out the wine pressed in the consulship of my Torquatus.
Cease to speak of other things: perhaps a god, by a benign change, will restore these things to their place.
nunc et Achaemenio §13.9perfundi nardo iuvat et fide Cyllenea §13.10levare diris pectora Sollicitudinibus, §13.11nobilis ut grandi cecinit Centaurus alumno: §13.12“invicte, mortalis dea nate puer Thetide, §13.13te manet Assaraci tellus, quam frigida parvi §13.14findunt Scamandri flumina lubricus et Simois, §13.15unde tibi reditum certo Subtemine Parcae §13.16rupere, nec mater domum caerula te revehet.
Now it is a pleasure both to be drenched with Achaemenian nard and, with Cyllenian lyre, to relieve our breasts of dreadful anxieties, just as the noble Centaur sang to his grand foster-son: “Invincible boy, mortal child born of the goddess Thetis, the land of Assaracus awaits you, which the cold waters of the small Scamander and the gliding Simois cleave, whence the Fates have broken your return by an unalterable thread, nor shall your azure mother carry you back home.