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Fertile earth Pallas who procreates everything
Rock-bound spring that fed the twin brothers with nectar
This young bul that 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 [.....]
Reborn and created by sweet things
You must conduct the right through clouded times - together
And here, as the first [.....] is exactly on his corpse
And you say thus after having shed the eternal blood
- Accept our holy Father
- Accept the incense-burning lions
Through whom we offer the incense
Through whom we ourselves are consumed
And hail to the lions
For many and new years
Hail to the lions
For many and new years
Hail to the lions!
Mithras, god of the Morning - our trumpets waken the world
Rome is above the nations, but Thou art over all
Now as the names are answered and the guards are marched away
Mithras, also a soldier, give us strength for the day!
Mithras, god of the Noontide - the ether swims in the heat
Our helmets scorch our foreheads, our sandals burn our feet
Now in the ungirt hour, now as we blink and drowse
Mithras, also a soldier, keep us true to our vows!
Mithras, Lord of Ages, below You we march!
Invincible Sun, the flame of Life, You dwell within our hearts
Mithras, god of the Sunset - low on the western main
Thou descending immortal, immortal to rise again
Now as the watch has ended, now as the wine is drawn
Mithras, also a soldier, keep us pure till the dawn!
Mithras, lord of the Midnight - here where the great bull dies
Look at Thy children in darkness, oh take our sacrifice
Many roads Thou hast fashioned, all of them lead to the light
Mithras, also a soldier, teach us to die aright!
Mithras, Lord of Ages, below You we march!
Invincible Sun, the flame of Life, You dwell within our hearts
Mithras, Lord of Ages, below You we march!
Unconquerable Sun, the flame of Life, You dwell within our hearts
Hymn of the 30th Legion: _circa_ A.D. 350.)
Mithras, God of the Morning, our trumpets waken the Wall!
'Rome is above the Nations, but Thou art over all!'
Now as the names are answered and the guards are marched away,
Mithras, also a soldier, give us strength for the day!
Mithras, God of the Noontide, the heather swims in the heat.
Our helmets scorch our foreheads, our sandals burn our feet.
Now in the ungirt hour--now ere we blink and drowse,
Mithras, also a soldier, keep us true to our vows!
Mithras, God of the Sunset, low on the Western main--
Thou descending immortal, immortal to rise again!
Now when the watch is ended, now when the wine is drawn,
Mithras, also a soldier, keep us pure till the dawn!
Mithras, God of the Midnight, here where the great bull dies,
Look on thy children in darkness. Oh take our sacrifice!
Many roads thou hast fashioned--all of them lead to the Light:
Mithras, also a soldier, teach us to die aright!
[The end]
Rudyard Kipling's poem: Song To Mithras
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