Kitap 8
' From thine abode I call: atonement find
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' In this thy rival's death, and spare at least
' Thy Magnus.' Then upon his breast she fell,
While all the concourse wept-e'en Magnus' self,
Who saw Thessalia's field without a tear.
But now upon the shore a numerous band
From Mitylene thus approached the chief:
'If 'tis our greatest glory to have kept
' The pledge with us by such a husband placed,
' Do thou one night within these friendly walls
' We pray thee, stay; thus honouring the homes
' Long since devoted, Magnus, to thy cause.
This spot in days to come the guest from Rome
' For thee shall honour. Nowhere shalt thou find
' A surer refuge in defeat. All else
' May court the victor's favour; we long since
' Have earned his chastisement. And though our isle
' Rides on the deep, girt by the ocean wave,
' No ships has Caesar: and to us shall come,
' Be sure, thy captains, to our trusted shore,
' The war renewing. Take, for all is thine,
' The treasures of our temples and the gold,
' Take all our youth by land or on the sea
' To do thy bidding: Lesbos only asks
' This from the chief who sought her in his pride,
' Not in his fall to leave her.' Pleased in soul
At such a love, and joyed that in the world
Some faith still lingered, thus Pompeius said:
Earth has for me no dearer land than this.
' Did I not trust it with so sweet a pledge
' And find it faithful? Here was Rome for me,
' Country and household gods. This shore I sought
' Home of my wife, this Lesbos, which for her
' Had merited remorseless Caesar's ire:
' Nor was afraid to trust you with the means
' To gain his mercy. But enough-through me
'Your guilt was caused-I part, throughout the world
'To prove my fate. Farewell thou happiest land!
'Famous for ever, whether taught by thee
' Some other kings and peoples may be pleased
