Don’t ask (it’s forbidden to know) what end the gods have given me or you, Leuconoe. Don’t play with Babylonian numerology either. How much better it is to endure whatever will be! Whether Jupiter has allotted you many more winters or this one, which even now wears out the Tyrrhenian sea on the opposing rocks, is the final one. Be wise, be truthful, strain the wine, and scale back your long hopes to a short period. While we speak, envious time will have (already) fled: seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the next day.