iam negat Euphrates equitem post terga tueri Parthorum et Crassos se tenuisse dolet: India quin, Auguste, tuo dat colla triumpho, et domus intactae te tremit Arabiae; et si qua extremis tellus se subtrahit oris, sentiat illa tuas postmodo capta manus! haec ego castra sequar; vates tua castra canendo magnus ero: servent hunc mihi fata diem!
No longer does the Euphrates allow Parthian horsemen to glance behind their backs, and regrets keeping possession of the Crassi: even India presents its neck to your triumph, Augustus, and the house of virgin Araby trembles before you; and may any land that retreats to the worlds end hereafter be captured and feel your hand! This is the camp I shall follow; by singing of your camp I shall become a mighty poet: may destiny reserve this day for me!
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