Translation:Odes (Horace)/Book II/5

Horace 2.5 Not yet is she ready to bear the yoke On her subdued neck, not yet to match the work of a spouse Nor endure the weight of falling bull Into “the rights of venus”.

The mind of your young cow is fixed around Green fields, now comforting the severe heat in rivers, Now wanting more than anything to play with calves in wet river willows.

Remove desire Of an unripe grape. Soon Autumn varied with purple color Will point out dark bunches for you.

Soon she will follow you (for wild Time runs and to her adds years which she (time) will have taken from you). Soon with reckless brow Lalage will seek a husband.

Beloved, not as much as elusive Pholoe, Not as Chloris gleaming with gleaming such white shoulder, as a unobstructed moon glimmers To night-time sea or Cnidian Gyges,

Whom if you would insert in a chorus of girls, Miraculously his clouded discernment would Trick wise guests with free-flowing Hair and an androdigenous face.