Georg. 2.475Mē vērō prīmum dulcēs ante omnia Mūsae,
quārum sacra ferō ingentī percussus amōre,
accipiant caelīque viās et sīdera mōnstrent,
dēfectus sōlis variōs lūnaeque labōrēs;But as for me, may the Muses, sweet above all things, whose sacred emblems I bear, struck with a mighty love, receive me first and show me the paths of heaven and the stars, the various eclipses of the sun and the labours of the moon; Georg. 2.479unde tremor terrīs, quā vī maria alta tumēscant
480obicibus ruptīs rūrsusque in sē ipsa resīdant,
quid tantum Oceanō properent sē tinguere sōlēs
hībernī, vel quae tardīs mora noctibus obstet.whence comes the trembling of the earth, by what force the deep seas swell, bursting their barriers, and sink back again into themselves, why winter suns hasten so much to dip themselves in Ocean, or what delay hinders the slow nights. Georg. 2.483Sīn, hās nē possim nātūrae accēdere partīs,
frīgidus obstiterit circum praecordia sanguis:
485rūra mihi et riguī placeant in vallibus amnēs,
flūmina amem silvāsque inglōrius.But if the cold blood about my heart prevents me from reaching these parts of nature, let the countryside and the streams that water the valleys please me; may I love the rivers and the woods, inglorious.
Georg. 2.486Ō ubi campī
Sperchēosque et virginibus bacchāta Lacaenīs
Tāygeta!O for those plains, and Spercheus, and Taygetus, where Spartan maidens revel for Bacchus! Georg. 2.488Ō, quī mē gelidīs convallibus Haemī
sistat et ingentī rāmōrum prōtegat umbrā!O for someone to set me in the cool valleys of Haemus and shelter me with the vast shade of branches! Georg. 2.490Fēlīx, quī potuit rērum cognōscere causās,
atque metūs omnīs et inexōrābile fātum
subiēcit pedibus strepitumque Acherontis avārī.Happy he who has been able to learn the causes of things, and has trampled underfoot all fears and inexorable fate and the roar of greedy Acheron. Georg. 2.493Fortūnātus et ille, deōs quī nōvit agrestīs,
Pānaque Silvānumque senem Nymphāsque sorōrēs:
495illum nōn populī fascēs, nōn purpura rēgum
flexit et īnfīdōs agitāns discordia frātrēs
aut coniūrātō dēscendēns Dācus ab Histrō,
nōn rēs Rōmānae peritūraque regna;Fortunate too is he who knows the country gods, Pan and old Silvanus and the sister Nymphs: him the people's rods of office do not sway, nor the purple of kings, nor discord driving faithless brothers, nor the Dacian coming down from the conspiring Danube, nor the affairs of Rome and kingdoms doomed to perish; Georg. 2.498neque ille
aut doluit miserāns inopem aut invīdit habentī
500quōs rāmī frūctūs, quōs ipsa volentia rūra
sponte tulēre suā, Carpsit;nor has he grieved in pity for the poor or envied the man who has; he has plucked the fruits which the branches, which the willing fields themselves have borne of their own accord; Georg. 2.501nec ferrea iūra
īnsānumque forum aut populī tabulāria vīdit.nor has he seen iron laws and the frenzied forum or the people's archives.
Georg. 2.503sollicitant aliī remīs freta caeca ruuntque
in ferrum, penetrant aulās et līmina rēgum;Others vex unknown seas with oars and rush upon the sword, and make their way into courts and the doorways of kings; Georg. 2.505hic petit excidiīs urbem miserōsque Penātīs,
ut gemma bibat et Sarrānō dormiat ostrō;one seeks to destroy a city and its wretched household gods, so that he may drink from a jewel and sleep on Sarranian purple; Georg. 2.507condit opēs alius dēfossōque incubat aurō;another hoards wealth and broods over buried gold; Georg. 2.508hic stupet attonitus rōstrīs;this one stares awestruck at the Rostra; Georg. 2.508hunc plausus hiantem
per cuneōs—geminātus enim plēbisque patrumque—
510corripuit;that one, gaping, the applause along the benches — for it rolls again and again, from people and senators alike — has carried away; Georg. 2.510gaudent perfūsī sanguine frātrum,
exsiliōque domōs et dulcia līmina mūtant
atque aliō patriam quaerunt sub sōle iacentem.they rejoice, steeped in their brothers' blood, and exchange homes and sweet thresholds for exile, and seek a fatherland lying beneath another sun. Georg. 2.513Agricola incurvō terram dīmōvit arātrō:
hinc annī labor, hinc patriam parvōsque nepōtēs
515sustinet, hinc armenta boum meritōsque iuvencōs.The farmer has cleft the earth with his curved plough: from this comes the year's labour, from this he sustains his country and his little grandchildren, from this his herds of cattle and deserving bullocks.
Georg. 2.516Nec requiēs, quīn aut pōmīs exūberet annus
aut fētū pecorum aut cereālis mergite culmī,
prōventūque oneret sulcōs atque horrea vincat.Nor is there any rest, but the year teems either with fruits or with the young of the flock or with sheaves of Ceres' stalk, and loads the furrows with increase and overflows the barns.