Fertile earth Pales who procreates everything
Rockbound spring that fed the twin-brothers with nectar
This young bull which he carried on his shoulders according to his ways
And I have received it I have borne on my shoulders the greatest things of the gods
Sweet are the livers of the birds, but care reigns
over he who is piously reborn and created by sweet things
You must conduct the rite through clouded times together
And here as the first the ram runs exactly on his course
And you saved us after having shed the eternal blood
Accept, O holy Father, accept the incense-burning Lions, through whom we offer the incense, through whom we ourselves are consumed