(An excerpt from Virgil's Fourth Eclogue)
Now the last age of the prophecy
begins. . .
the great roll-call of the
centuries is born anew:
now Justice returns . . . .
Only favour the child who’s born,
under whom
any traces of our evils that remain
will be cancelled,
and leave the earth free from perpetual
fear.
He will take on divine life. . .
and rule a peaceful world with his
father’s powers.
And for you, boy, the uncultivated
earth will pour out
her first little gifts . . .
and the cattle will have no fear of
fierce lions:
Your cradle itself will pour out
delightful flowers:
And the snakes will die off, and
deceitful poisonous herbs
will wither: spice plants will
spring up everywhere.
The plain will slowly turn golden
with tender wheat,
and the ripe clusters hang on the
wild briar,
and the tough oak drip with dew-wet
honey.
The soil will not feel the hoe: nor
the vine the pruning hook:
the strong ploughman, too, will
free his oxen from the yoke:. . . .
See the world, with its weighty
dome, bowing,
earth and wide sea and deep
heavens:
see how everything delights in the
future age!
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This poem, written most likely while the Roman emperor Augustus' first wife Scribonia was pregnant with Julia, their only child together, was believed by Christians to be a prophecy of the birth of Jesus for over a thousand years. The pioem is strikingly similar in wording and tone to passages in the Biblical book of Isaiah which speak of a coming era of universal and cosmic peace extending to all creatures (e.g., the famous "Peaceable Kingdom" of Isaiah 11).
It is also probably one of the reasons Virgil appears as Dante's guide through Hell in the Divine Comedy.
The present translation is by A. S. Kline, and dates from 2001.
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