§1.1.1Parve—nec invideo—sine me, liber, ibis in urbem, §1.1.2ei mihi, quod domino non licet ire tuo!
Little book—nor do I grudge it—you will go without me into the City, ah me, because your master is not allowed to go!
Go, but unadorned, as befits the book of an exile; wear the unhappy garb of this present time.
§1.1.5nec te purpureo velent vaccinia fuco— §1.1.6non est conveniens luctibus ille color— §1.1.7nec titulus minio, nec cedro charta notetur, §1.1.8candida nec nigra cornua fronte geras.
Let no blue-black vaccine-berries dye you with purple dye— that color is not suitable for mourning— let no title be marked with vermilion, nor paper with cedar-oil, nor bear white knobs on your black edges.
Let these decorations adorn happy books; it befits you to be mindful of my fortune.
§1.1.11nec fragili geminae poliantur pumice frontes, §1.1.12hirsutus sparsis ut videare comis, §1.1.13neve liturarum pudeat; qui viderit illas, §1.1.14de lacrimis factas sentiet esse meis.
Let your twin edges not be polished with fragile pumice, so that you may appear rough with scattered hair, nor be ashamed of blots; whoever sees them will feel they were made by my tears.
Go, book, and greet the pleasant places with my words: I shall surely touch them with the only foot allowed to me.
§1.1.17siquis, ut in populo, nostri non inmemor illi, §1.1.18siquis, qui, quid agam, forte requirat, erit, §1.1.19vivere me dices, salvum tamen esse negabis; §1.1.20id quoque, quod vivam, munus habere dei.
If there is anyone there, as is common among the crowd, not unmindful of us, if there is anyone who by chance asks how I am doing, you will say that I live, yet you will deny that I am well; and that even this, that I live, is the gift of a god.
§1.1.21atque ita tu tacitus—quaerenti plura legendus — §1.1.22ne, quae non opus est, forte loquare, cave!
And so you, silent—to be read by him who asks for more— beware lest by chance you speak what is not necessary!
At once, reminded, the reader will recall my charges, and I shall be prosecuted as a public criminal by the mouth of the people.
Beware of defending me, though you will be bitten by words; the cause, not being good, will become worse through patronage.
§1.1.27invenies aliquem, qui me suspiret ademptum, §1.1.28carmina nec siccis perlegat ista genis, §1.1.29et tacitus secum, ne quis malus audiat, optet, §1.1.30sit mea lenito Caesare poena levis.
You will find someone who sighs for me being snatched away, and reads these poems with cheeks not dry, and silently prays to himself, lest some malicious person hear, that my punishment may be lightened by a appeased Caesar.
§1.1.31nos quoque, quisquis erit, ne sit miser ille, precamur, §1.1.32placatos miseris qui volet esse deos, §1.1.33quaeque volet, rata sint, ablataque principis ira §1.1.34sedibus in patriis det mihi posse mori.
We also pray, whoever he may be, that he may not be unhappy, who wishes the gods to be appeased toward the miserable, and may what he wishes be fulfilled, and may the leader's anger be removed and allow me to be able to die in my native land.
Though you carry out my commands, book, you will perhaps be blamed and be spoken of as inferior to the praise of my talent.
It is the judge's duty to inquire into the circumstances as well as the events; when the circumstances are inquired into, you will be safe.
Poems come forth drawn from a serene mind; my times are cloudy with sudden evils.
§1.1.41carmina secessum scribentis et otia quaerunt; §1.1.42me mare, me venti, me fera iactat hiems.
Poems seek the retirement and leisure of the writer; the sea, the winds, the fierce storm toss me about.
Every fear is harmful to poetry; ruined, I think that a sword is even now about to pierce my throat.
§1.1.45haec quoque quod facio, iudex mirabitur aequus, §1.1.46scriptaque cum venia qualiacumque leget.
Even that I do this, a fair judge will wonder, and will read what is written, of whatever quality, with indulgence.
Give me Homer and throw so many misfortunes around him, all his talent will fail in such great evils.
In short, remember to go, book, unconcerned with fame, nor let it be a shame to you to have displeased when read.
Fortune does not offer herself so favorable to us, that you should have to take account of your praise.
As long as I was safe, I was touched by the love of glory, and there was in me an ardor for seeking a name.
§1.1.55carmina nunc si non studiumque, quod obfuit, odi, §1.1.56sit satis; ingenio sic fuga parta meo.
Now, if I do not hate poems and the study which harmed me, let it be enough; thus by my talent has exile been produced.
§1.1.57tu tamen i pro me, tu, cui licet, aspice Romam, §1.1.58di facerent, possem nunc meus esse liber!
Yet you go for me, you, to whom it is permitted, look upon Rome, would that the gods had granted that I could now be my own book!
Do not think that because you come as a stranger into the great city, you can come unknown to the people.
Though you lack a title, you will be recognized by your very color; even if you should wish to disguise it, it is clear that you are mine.