No. I haven't really looked, since I read him in Latin. And the big project of the Odes was putting Greek metrical structures into Latin, which means if you want to get the full effect you have to do the project yourself, not just translate.
Sifting my own files yields a very free attempt:
Integer Vitae From Horace Odes 1.22
He who is pure in heart and free from crime needs no gun, nor Mace, nor switchblade nor up-to-date automatic security system,
whether he wanders the Amazon jungle or the trackless desert of Somalia or the burnt slums of the City of Angels.
For once when I went camping I was singing of my Lalagy and I saw a wolf run from harmless me;
a sign like this cannot be found in my hometown with its spreading oaks nor in the far savannah, home of lions.
Put me in the hot sand where even cacti wilt in the hot breeze and the stormclouds rush with empty lightning;
put me in a rocket hurled right up next to the sun itself still I'll love my sweetly laughing Lalagy.
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Date: 2007-10-23 05:19 am (UTC)Sifting my own files yields a very free attempt:
Integer Vitae
From Horace Odes 1.22
He who is pure in heart and free from crime
needs no gun, nor Mace, nor switchblade
nor up-to-date automatic
security system,
whether he wanders the Amazon jungle
or the trackless desert of Somalia
or the burnt slums of the
City of Angels.
For once when I went camping
I was singing of my Lalagy
and I saw a wolf run from
harmless me;
a sign like this cannot be found
in my hometown with its spreading oaks
nor in the far savannah,
home of lions.
Put me in the hot sand where
even cacti wilt in the hot breeze
and the stormclouds rush with
empty lightning;
put me in a rocket hurled
right up next to the sun itself
still I'll love my sweetly
laughing Lalagy.