finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios
temptaris numeros. ut melius, quidquid erit, pati.
seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam,
quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare
Tyrrhenum: sapias, vina liques et spatio brevi
spem longam reseces. dum loquimur, fugerit invida
aetas: carpe diem quam minimum credula postero.
translation:
Don't ask (it's forbidden to know) what end
This can't be right. Don't play with Babylonian
fortune-telling either. It is better to endure whatever will be.
Whether Jupiter has allotted to you many more winters or this final one
be wise, strain the wine, and scale back your long hopes
to a short period. While we speak, envious time will have {already} fled.
Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the next
2 comments:
nice
i wrote it.
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