The Bucolics and Eclogues

You, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopy Reclining, on the slender oat rehearse Your silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields, And home's familiar bounds, even now depart.

提图鲁斯，你在宽阔的山毛榉树荫下，躺在细长的芦苇上，吟唱你的森林小曲：我却要离开我甜蜜的田野，远离家园的熟悉边界。

O Meliboeus, 'twas a god vouchsafed This ease to us, for him a god will I Deem ever, and from my folds a tender lamb Oft with its life-blood shall his altar stain.

哦，梅利博乌斯，是一位神赐予我们这份安逸，我将永远视他为神，我牧群中的小羊将常常用它们的鲜血染红他的祭坛。