Translation:Odes (Horace)/Book I/14

by Horace

O ship, new waves will return you
Upon the sea! O, how are you? Boldly
Take the port! Do you not see that
Your side is stripped of oars,

And your mast is wounded by Africus
and your sails lament, and without girding
Scarcely is your hull able to endure
The mightier ocean?

Your sails are not sound;
No timid sailor trusts in your
Coloured prow. Unless you are
Owed to be mockery for the winds,
Beware.

Recently I have had concern tiring to me,
Now no light yearning and concern
That you might shun the seas,
Flowing among the shining Cyclades.