Maecenas atauis edite regibus,o et praesidium et dulce decus meum, sunt quos curriculo puluerem Olympicum collegisse iuuat metaque feruidis euitata rotis palmaque nobilis terrarum dominos euehit ad deos;
Maecenas being descended from royal ancestors, i give to him my sweet defense, they who circle the in the dust of the Olympic course and whose wheels spin he reaches out and grasps the noble palm branch and he is the the master of the world to the gods;
Tu ne quaesieris (scire nefas) quem mihi, quem tibi finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios temptaris numeros. Vt melius quicquid erit pati! Seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam, quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare Tyrrhenum, sapias, uina liques et spatio breui spem longam reseces. Dum loquimur, fugerit inuida aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.
You need not rely on those (know not), they give to your days a an end, Leuconoe, the Babylonian numbers do. They are an evil to us! The many days which are tribute ultimately to Jupiter, which now oppose the deliberate danger of the Tyrrhenum Sea, though, one life and a brief time for a long rest. So be aware, as the envious time flees: seize the day, who is as least credulous as possible.
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