Dear friend who fought so often, together with me,
In the ranks of Brutus in hardship and in danger,
Under whose sponsorship have you come back,
A citizen again, beneath our sky?
Pompey, we drank together so many times,
And we were together in the Philippi fight,
The day I ran away, leaving my shield,
And Mercury got me out it, carrying me
In a cloud, in a panic, right through the enemy rage;
But the undertow of a wave carried you back
Into the boiling waters of the war.
Come, stretch your weary legs out under this tree;
Let’s dedicate a feast to Jupiter
Just as we told each other we’d do someday.
I’ve got good food to eat, good wine to drink;
Come celebrate old friendship under the laurel.
(Ode ii.7; translation by David Ferry)