When he, that shepherd false, 'neath Phrygian sails,
Carried his hostess Helen o'er the seas,
In fitful slumber Nereus hush'd the gales,
That he might sing their future destinies.
A curse to your ancestral home you take With her, whom Greece, with many a soldier
Shall seek again, in concert sworn to break Your nuptial ties and Priam's kingdom old.
Alas! what sweat from man and horse must flow,
What devastation to the Trojan
You carry, even now doth Pallas show Her wrath, preparing buckler, car, and helm.
In vain, secure in Aphrodite's care,
You comb your locks, and on the girlish
Select the strains most pleasant to the fair;
In vain, on couch reclining, you
To shun the darts that threaten, and the thrust Of Cretan lance, the battle's wild turmoil,
And Ajax swift to follow — in the dust Condemned, though late, your wanton curls to soil.
Ah! see you not where (fatal to your race) Laertes' son comes with the Pylean sage;
Fearless alike, with Teucer joins the chase Stenelaus, skill'd the fistic strife to wage,
Nor less expert the fiery steeds to quell;
And Meriones, you must know. BeholdA warrior, than his sire more fierce and fell,
To find you rages, — Diomed the bold,
Whom like the stag that, far across the vale,
The wolf being seen, no herbage can allure,
So fly you, panting sorely, dastard pale! — Not thus you boasted to your paramour.
Achilles' anger for a space defers The day of wrath to Troy and Trojan dame;
Inevitable glide the allotted years,
And Dardan roofs must waste in Argive flame.translation from Horace
