César. Caesar

CAESAR

CAESAR, calm Caesar, the foot upon everything, Hard fingers in the beard, the dark eye populating With eagles and with battles the contemplated west, Your heart is proud, and you sense an all-powerful Cause.

Lake waters beat in vain and lap your rosy bed; In vain the precious gold shines down on the young wheat; You harden in the knots of your assembled body The order, which at the last will cleave your closed mouth.

The ample world, beyond the immense horizon, The Empire awaits the decree, the flash, the brand Which will change the evening into a raging dawn.

Happy there on the waters, and cradled by chance, An idle fisherman who drifts and sings, not knowing What gathering thunderbolt is centred on Caesar.