[Numa Pompilius to Egeria] Cloaked in contemplation of the gods' nature Elicited by the power of this copse I, Sabine King of the realm of Romulus Petition the powers of this natural nymphaeum
The grotto's spring is the instrument to call upon the Muses A deep blue-green window to the divine I, troth-keeper of the ascetic hidden scientia Call upon my ethereal Egeria
Lepesta – For a modest offering Cupencum – An ancient priesthood Tacita – We are her silent pupils! Trabea – Gowned as king Porta – Open the gate Egeria – My celestial consort!
Grant me insight into this bronze aegis Which descended to my folk from the sky I call upon the counsel of my nymph-wife May your sacred spirit of water rise!
Lepesta – A small sacrifice Cupencum – A reformed priesthood Tacita – We must remain speechless! Trabea – Chosen by the gods Porta – A veil of knowledge Egeria – My celestial consort!
As the king confirmed on the Tarpeian hill As pontiff of concealed pansophy Roma will be preserved through adherence to the gods Our minds in ever-constant connection to the deities
[Egeria to Numa Pompilius] Mars is the guardian of strength in your kingdom Unify his gift with the rays of the sun Eleven arises from this cultivation Setting forth energy which cannot be undone
Bronze is the material of the ancile Venus containing remnants of her father's tin An undecagram emerges once more Pursue this figure and replicate the clypeus
Twelve is the number after merged with the original Conduct your dominion by this sacred sum From it you will find the menses, philosophies, and Salii This wisdom I grant as your nymph of this pondTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
