Phoebus, and Diana, queen of forests,
shining glory of the sky, always worshipped
and always to be worshipped, grant our prayers
at this holy time
when the Sibylline verses have bidden
chaste and chosen boys and maidens
to sing a hymn to the gods who have loved
the seven hills.
Life-giving Sun, who with your gleaming chariot
display and then conceal the day, born for ever new 10 and for ever the same, nothing can you see greater than the city of Rome.
Ilithyia, who in season duly and gently open
the way to childbearing, protect all mothers,
whether your wish is to be called Lucina,
O goddess, bring the young to light, and prosper
the decrees of the Fathers which govern
the joining of man and woman, and ordain a law of marriage
rich in offspring, 20
and may each fixed cycle of a hundred years and ten
bring back our hymns and games
crowded into three bright days
and three glad nights.
And you Parcae, ever singers of the truth, fulfil
what has been spoken--may the immovable boundary stone
of Fate preserve it--and join to our past greatness
a great destiny in the future.