O Musa, quam dulce liber esse de rerum
servitio, et regnare libero arbitrio felix!
Innumeris vinclis tenebar anima nostra,
donec uni sospite praesidia ture sunt.
Quid non flectere se posuit cura mortalium?
Quin ea quoque, que pietas esse deberat,
in servitium vinctam subiecit umbra somni.
O Muse, how sweet it is to be free from the service of things, and to reign with your own free will happy!
Our souls were held captive by countless chains, until the citadel was safe under one protector’s care. What care did mortal worries not bend? Nay, even those duties that ought to have been free, it subjected to the yoke of sleep.
Quod pio tult solium, sic aurea sequar imitando vias;
nec vereor nevem meam ratione deduci poscentem,
sed cogor et adsumere vultum atque adire vocom.
As the pious one occupied his sacred throne, thus I shall follow the golden paths in imitation, fearing neither to lead my muse by reason nor to call her forth.
Nec non, ut saepe solet, sese vera vices rerum
subvertit ad somnum lassitudine fata,
nec te, cultae tibiales, iuvenis amor,
nocuit anhela perennis.
Nor does not often, as is its custom, deceive the course of things with wearying fatigue and injure you, devoted flute-player, young love, by a perpetual pant for breath.
Iam vero, o rerum custos, tibi sic fusa est arma,
quem pius animo coluisti, et tua per omnia fides,
hoc inestra te, culta tectis adsiduoque choro,
vinctus amor.
Now truly, O guardian of things, thus have the arms been entrusted to you, whom I revered with my whole heart, and your unfailing faith, I leave here this love bound by its chains in your hands, devoted flute-player dwelling within constant dance.
Sit tibi, quem caelestis ira rupit, hic ultor;
sic ego munera posco, nec me moriar anhelo.
Let this be the avenger of him whom heavenly anger snatches away; thus I beseech my gifts, nor shall I die from a perpetual pant for breath.
Speramus in te, quem nullum exsolvere tempus;
hic, cum caelo concussit terrisque tremuerint,
stetit in medio et pavor imposit humi.
We trust in you, whom none can deliver from bondage; when heaven and earth shook, standing in the midst, you stilled fear and imposed it upon the ground.
Text model: dolphin-mistral
Image model: PrefectPonyXL
