Licinius, Do you seest? on the fast chariot,
laurelled, in a brilliant scarlet,
haughtily lounging, Vetuly young
In the popular crowd is flying on the pavement.
Look, all before him hard driving at the back,
As lictors shelves unfortunate people chase.
smoothie, senators, damsels long series
With the resignation to him touching meschut glance,
Waiting in a secret trembling smile, eye movements,
As if the gods marvelous blessing:
And small children, and old men with gray hair
All eager for him and eyes and soul,
And even a trace of wheels, mud napechatlenny,
As a monument it seems sacred.
On Romulo people! before whom you have fallen in the dust?
Before whom voschuvstvoval so low fear in my heart?
Quirites proud bowed under the yoke!..
Who does, of heaven! who have enslaved?…
L tell - Vetuliyu! - Fatherland my shame,
Dissolute young man is seated in husbands advice,
A favorite of weak despot Senate rules,
In Rome proster Jarema, fatherland blasphemed.
Vetuly, king of the Romans!.. Oh shame! about time!
Or on the death of the universe betrayed?
But who under the portico, with his hands behind his back,
The tattered cloak and a pauper's crutch,
hanging his head, is frowning?
I am not mistaken, the philosopher Damet.
“damet! where, tell, in clothes so shabby
Amid lush bredesh Rome on his way?”
“Where? I do not know myself. I'm looking for the desert.
Among live debauchery really do not want to Bole;
Yapetovyh children vices, I see anger,
Ever leave Rome: I hate mankind”.
Licinius, good friend! Are not we better,
Giving a nod dream, Fortune, vanity,
Grizzled stoic example to learn?
Eh no better hurry with hail goodbye,
Where everything is at the mercy of: laws, rightness,
And wives, and husbands, and honor, and beauty?
let glyceryl, beauty mladaya,
Equal to all general, as a circular bowl,
Other inexperienced in the love catches Network;
We are ashamed of weakness with wrinkles have.
Flies love from the old man in the crowd merrymaking.
Let the shameless Klit, Nobles slave Cornelius,
Leaving the bed with sleep zapevshim cock,
From the rich nobles to run from house to house;
I Heart Roman, boils in the chest freedom,
In me does not sleep the spirit of a great nation.
Licinius, hurry away from worries,
Mad the proud, deceptive beauty,
tiresome rhetoricians, Parnassian Herostratus;
The village prenesem paternal Penates;
In tenistoy roshtitse, on the seashore
It is easy to find us beautiful, light house,
Where. no longer fearing popular unrest,
Old age rest in the silence of solitude,
And there, Located in a cozy corner,
When Dube plamennom, Lit in fireside,
Vospomniv old days of antiquated fiyalom,
His spirit was kindled Petrone, Juvenal,
The thundering satire vice portray
And manners now and ever will draw posterity.
About Rome! on the edge of a proud debauchery, atrocity,
There will come a terrible day - the day of vengeance, nakazanyya;
I foresee the terrible grandeur end,
fall, fall in the dust of the universe crown!
The peoples of the wild, sons fierce battle.
War, the terrible sword Priya in bloody palms,
And the mountains, and the sea will leave for a
And will rush at you boiling river.
disappear Rome: it will cover the deep darkness;
and the traveler, drawing on a pile of stones eye,
saith thinking, in dreams deepened:
«Freedom Rome rose - and slavery ruined".
