§9.1Quando repositum Caecubum ad festas dapes §9.2victore laetus Caesare §9.3tecum sub alta—sic Iovi gratum—domo, §9.4beate Maecenas, bibam §9.5sonante mixtum tibiis carmen lyra, §9.6hac Dorium, illis barbarum?
When shall I, drinking Caecuban wine stored away for festive banquets, joyful at Caesar's victory, drink with you under your lofty roof—so it pleases Jupiter— O blessed Maecenas, while the lyre sounds a Dorian song, and the flutes a foreign one, in a mingled strain?
§9.7ut nuper, actus cum freto Neptunius §9.8dux fugit ustis navibus §9.9minatus Vrbi vincla, quae detraxerat §9.10servis amicus perfidis.
Just as recently, when the "son of Neptune" was driven from the sea and fled with his ships burnt, having threatened the City with the chains which he, as a friend to treacherous slaves, had taken off them.
§9.11Romanus eheu—posteri negabitis— §9.12emancipatus feminae §9.13fert vallum et arma miles et spadonibus §9.14servire rugosis potest §9.15interque signa turpe militaria §9.16sol adspicit conopium.
A Roman soldier—alas, posterity, you will deny it— enslaved to a woman, carries stakes and weapons, and can bring himself to serve wrinkled eunuchs, and among the military standards, the sun beholds a shameful mosquito net.
§9.17ad hunc frementis verterunt bis mille equos §9.18Galli canentes Caesarem §9.19hostiliumque navium portu latent §9.20puppes sinistrorsum citae.
Against this, two thousand Gallic horsemen, singing of Caesar, turned their neighing steeds, and the sterns of the enemy's ships, swiftly backing to the left, lie hidden in the harbor.
§9.21io Triumphe, tu moraris aureos
Ho, Triumph!
§9.22currus et intactas boves?
Do you delay the golden chariots and the untouched heifers?
§9.23io Triumphe, nec Iugurthino parem
Ho, Triumph!
§9.24bello reportasti ducem §9.25neque Africanum, cui super Karthaginem §9.26virtus Sepulcrum condidit.
You brought back no equal leader from the Jugurthine war, nor was Africanus such, for whom over Carthage valor built a tomb.
Defeated by land and sea, the enemy has changed his scarlet cloak for a mournful one.
§9.29aut ille centum nobilem Cretam urbibus §9.30ventis iturus non suis §9.31exercitatas aut petit Syrtis noto §9.32aut fertur incerto mari.
Either he is going to Crete, famous for its hundred cities, with winds not his own, or he seeks the Syrtes vexed by the south wind, or he is carried on the uncertain sea.