Don’t ask, as you can’t find out
What kind of end gods will prepare for you, Leuconoe,
And don’t try to unriddle Babylonian divination
As it’s better just to accept what is going to happen
Whether numerous winters or just one more, Jupiter has intended for us,
That is now being cast on the cliffs of The Tyrrhenian Sea:
Be wise, decant wines and abandon vain hope as quickly as possible
Because as we’re talking, the envious youth passes by
So seize the day trusting tomorrow as little as possible