Finally, nine summers and nine winters after it was begun
The Zmyrna of my Cinna has been published.
In Hatria meanwhile [Volusius produces] five hundred thousand
[verses] in one year … [corruption in text] …
Zmyrna will be circulated as far as the deep waters of the Satrachus in Cyprus,
The centuries grown old will still be reading Zmyrna.
But the Annals of Volusius will perish before the Po itself,
Ever providing loose tunics for takeaway mackerel.