§3.15.1Quaere novum vatem, tenerorum mater Amorum!
Look for a new poet, mother of tender Loves!
§3.15.2Raditur hic elegis ultima meta meis; §3.15.3Quos ego conposui, Paeligni ruris alumnus — §3.15.4Nec me deliciae dedecuere meae — §3.15.5Siquid id est, usque a proavis vetus ordinis heres, §3.15.6Non modo militiae turbine factus eques.
Here the final turning-post is grazed by my elegiac verses; which I composed, a foster-son of the Paelignian countryside — nor did my playful themes bring me dishonor — if that is anything, an ancient heir to my class right from my ancestors, not just made an eques by the turmoil of military service.
§3.15.7Mantua Vergilio, gaudet Verona Catullo; §3.15.8Paelignae dicar gloria gentis ego, §3.15.9Quam sua libertas ad honesta coegerat arma, §3.15.10Cum timuit socias anxia Roma manus.
Mantua rejoices in Vergil, Verona in Catullus; I shall be called the glory of the Paelignian race, whom their own liberty had compelled to honorable arms, when anxious Rome feared the allied forces.
§3.15.11Atque aliquis spectans hospes Sulmonis aquosi §3.15.12Moenia, quae campi iugera pauca tenent, §3.15.13'Quae tantum' dicat 'potuistis ferre poetam, §3.15.14Quantulacumque estis, vos ego magna voco. ' §3.15.15Culte puer puerique parens Amathusia culti. §3.15.16Aurea de campo vellite signa meo!
And some stranger, looking upon the walls of watery Sulmo, which occupy but a few acres of the plain, 'You who were able to bear so great a poet,' might say, 'however small you are, I call you great.' Refined boy, and Amathusian mother of the refined boy, pluck up the golden standards from my field!
Horned Lyaeus has struck with a heavier thyrsus: a wider field must be trodden by mighty horses.