De Rerum Natura
Lucretius
Lucretius. De Rerum Natura. William Ellery Leonard. E. P. Dutton. 1916.
- And since I've taught thee that the world's great vaults
- Are mortal and that sky is fashioned
- Of frame e'en born in time, and whatsoe'er
- Therein go on and must perforce go on
- . . . . . .
- The most I have unravelled; what remains
- Do thou take in, besides; since once for all
- To climb into that chariot' renowned
- . . . . . .
- Of winds arise; and they appeased are
- So that all things again...
- . . . . . .
- Which were, are changed now, with fury stilled;
- All other movements through the earth and sky
- Which mortals gaze upon (O anxious oft
- In quaking thoughts!), and which abase their minds
- With dread of deities and press them crushed
- Down to the earth, because their ignorance
- Of cosmic causes forces them to yield
- All things unto the empery of gods
- And to concede the kingly rule to them.
- For even those men who have learned full well
- That godheads lead a long life free of care,
- If yet meanwhile they wonder by what plan
- Things can go on (and chiefly yon high things
- Observed o'erhead on the ethereal coasts),
- Again are hurried back unto the fears
- Of old religion and adopt again
- Harsh masters, deemed almighty,- wretched men,
- Unwitting what can be and what cannot,
- And by what law to each its scope prescribed,
- Its boundary stone that clings so deep in Time.
- Wherefore the more are they borne wandering on
- By blindfold reason. And, Memmius, unless
- From out thy mind thou spuest all of this
- And casteth far from thee all thoughts which be
- Unworthy gods and alien to their peace,
- Then often will the holy majesties
- Of the high gods be harmful unto thee,
- As by thy thought degraded,- not, indeed,
- That essence supreme of gods could be by this
- So outraged as in wrath to thirst to seek
- Revenges keen; but even because thyself
- Thou plaguest with the notion that the gods,
- Even they, the Calm Ones in serene repose,
- Do roll the mighty waves of wrath on wrath;
- Nor wilt thou enter with a serene breast
- Shrines of the gods; nor wilt thou able be
- In tranquil peace of mind to take and know
- Those images which from their holy bodies
- Are carried into intellects of men,
- As the announcers of their form divine.
- What sort of life will follow after this
- 'Tis thine to see. But that afar from us
- Veriest reason may drive such life away,
- Much yet remains to be embellished yet
- In polished verses, albeit hath issued forth
- So much from me already; lo, there is
- The law and aspect of the sky to be
- By reason grasped; there are the tempest times
- And the bright lightnings to be hymned now-
- Even what they do and from what cause soe'er
- They're borne along- that thou mayst tremble not,
- Marking off regions of prophetic skies
- For auguries, O foolishly distraught
- Even as to whence the flying flame hath come,
- Or to which half of heaven it turns, or how
- Through walled places it hath wound its way,
- Or, after proving its dominion there,
- How it hath speeded forth from thence amain-
- Whereof nowise the causes do men know,
- And think divinities are working there.
- Do thou, Calliope, ingenious Muse,
- Solace of mortals and delight of gods,
- Point out the course before me, as I race
- On to the white line of the utmost goal,
- That I may get with signal praise the crown,
- With thee my guide!