Postumus, tomorrow you’ll live, tomorrow you say.
When is it coming, tell me, that tomorrow?
How far off, and where, and how will you find it?
In Armenia, or Parthia, is it concealed then?
Your tomorrow’s as old as Nestor or Priam.
How much would it cost you, tell me, to buy?
Tomorrow? It’s already too late to live today:
He who lived yesterday, Postumus, he is wise.

Translation by A.S. Kline