Georgics
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- Us too behoves Arcturus' sign observe,
- And the Kids' seasons and the shining Snake,
- No less than those who o'er the windy main
- Borne homeward tempt the Pontic, and the jaws
- Of oyster-rife Abydos. When the Scales
- Now poising fair the hours of sleep and day
- Give half the world to sunshine, half to shade,
- Then urge your bulls, my masters; sow the plain
- Even to the verge of tameless winter's showers
- With barley: then, too, time it is to hide
- Your flax in earth, and poppy, Ceres' joy,
- Aye, more than time to bend above the plough,
- While earth, yet dry, forbids not, and the clouds
- Are buoyant. With the spring comes bean-sowing;
- Thee, too, Lucerne, the crumbling furrows then
- Receive, and millet's annual care returns,
- What time the white bull with his gilded horns
- Opens the year, before whose threatening front,
- Routed the dog-star sinks. But if it be
- For wheaten harvest and the hardy spelt,
- Thou tax the soil, to corn-ears wholly given,
- Let Atlas' daughters hide them in the dawn,
- The Cretan star, a crown of fire, depart,
- Or e'er the furrow's claim of seed thou quit,
- Or haste thee to entrust the whole year's hope
- To earth that would not. Many have begun
- Ere Maia's star be setting; these, I trow,
- Their looked-for harvest fools with empty ears.
- But if the vetch and common kidney-bean
- Thou'rt fain to sow, nor scorn to make thy care
- Pelusiac lentil, no uncertain sign
- Bootes' fall will send thee; then begin,
- Pursue thy sowing till half the frosts be done.
- Therefore it is the golden sun, his course
- Into fixed parts dividing, rules his way
- Through the twelve constellations of the world.
- Five zones the heavens contain; whereof is one
- Aye red with flashing sunlight, fervent aye
- From fire; on either side to left and right
- Are traced the utmost twain, stiff with blue ice,
- And black with scowling storm-clouds, and betwixt
- These and the midmost, other twain there lie,
- By the Gods' grace to heart-sick mortals given,
- And a path cleft between them, where might wheel
- On sloping plane the system of the Signs.
- And as toward Scythia and Rhipaean heights
- The world mounts upward, likewise sinks it down
- Toward Libya and the south, this pole of ours
- Still towering high, that other, 'neath their feet,
- By dark Styx frowned on, and the abysmal shades.
- Here glides the huge Snake forth with sinuous coils
- 'Twixt the two Bears and round them river-wise—
- The Bears that fear 'neath Ocean's brim to dip.
- There either, say they, reigns the eternal hush
- Of night that knows no seasons, her black pall
- Thick-mantling fold on fold; or thitherward
- From us returning Dawn brings back the day;
- And when the first breath of his panting steeds
- On us the Orient flings, that hour with them
- Red Vesper 'gins to trim his 'lated fires.
- Hence under doubtful skies forebode we can
- The coming tempests, hence both harvest-day
- And seed-time, when to smite the treacherous main
- With driving oars, when launch the fair-rigged fleet,
- Or in ripe hour to fell the forest-pine.
- Hence, too, not idly do we watch the stars—
- Their rising and their setting-and the year,
- Four varying seasons to one law conformed.
- If chilly showers e'er shut the farmer's door,
- Much that had soon with sunshine cried for haste,
- He may forestall; the ploughman batters keen
- His blunted share's hard tooth, scoops from a tree
- His troughs, or on the cattle stamps a brand,
- Or numbers on the corn-heaps; some make sharp
- The stakes and two-pronged forks, and willow-bands
- Amerian for the bending vine prepare.
- Now let the pliant basket plaited be
- Of bramble-twigs; now set your corn to parch
- Before the fire; now bruise it with the stone.
- Nay even on holy days some tasks to ply
- Is right and lawful: this no ban forbids,
- To turn the runnel's course, fence corn-fields in,
- Make springes for the birds, burn up the briars,
- And plunge in wholesome stream the bleating flock.
- Oft too with oil or apples plenty-cheap
- The creeping ass's ribs his driver packs,
- And home from town returning brings instead
- A dented mill-stone or black lump of pitch.
- The moon herself in various rank assigns
- The days for labour lucky: fly the fifth;
- Then sprang pale Orcus and the Eumenides;
- Earth then in awful labour brought to light
- Coeus, Iapetus, and Typhoeus fell,
- And those sworn brethren banded to break down
- The gates of heaven; thrice, sooth to say, they strove
- Ossa on Pelion's top to heave and heap,
- Aye, and on Ossa to up-roll amain
- Leafy Olympus; thrice with thunderbolt
- Their mountain-stair the Sire asunder smote.
- Seventh after tenth is lucky both to set
- The vine in earth, and take and tame the steer,
- And fix the leashes to the warp; the ninth
- To runagates is kinder, cross to thieves.
- Many the tasks that lightlier lend themselves
- In chilly night, or when the sun is young,
- And Dawn bedews the world. By night 'tis best
- To reap light stubble, and parched fields by night;
- For nights the suppling moisture never fails.
- And one will sit the long late watches out
- By winter fire-light, shaping with keen blade
- The torches to a point; his wife the while,
- Her tedious labour soothing with a song,
- Speeds the shrill comb along the warp, or else
- With Vulcan's aid boils the sweet must-juice down,
- And skims with leaves the quivering cauldron's wave.
- But ruddy Ceres in mid heat is mown,
- And in mid heat the parched ears are bruised
- Upon the floor; to plough strip, strip to sow;
- Winter's the lazy time for husbandmen.
- In the cold season farmers wont to taste
- The increase of their toil, and yield themselves
- To mutual interchange of festal cheer.
- Boon winter bids them, and unbinds their cares,
- As laden keels, when now the port they touch,
- And happy sailors crown the sterns with flowers.
- Nathless then also time it is to strip
- Acorns from oaks, and berries from the bay,
- Olives, and bleeding myrtles, then to set
- Snares for the crane, and meshes for the stag,
- And hunt the long-eared hares, then pierce the doe
- With whirl of hempen-thonged Balearic sling,
- While snow lies deep, and streams are drifting ice.