Portus ab accessu ventorum immotus et ingens ipse, sed horrificis iuxta tonat Aetna ruinis, interdumque atram prorumpit ad aethera nubem, turbine fumantem piceo et candente favilla, attollitque globos flammarum et sidera lambit; interdum scopulos avulsaque viscera montis erigit eructans, liquefactaque saxa sub auras cum gemitu glomerat, fundoque exaestuat imo.
There lies a harbour, safe from the winds approach and spacious in itself, but near at hand Aetna thunders with terrifying crashes, and now hurls forth to the sky a black cloud, smoking with pitch-black eddy and glowing ashes, and uplifts balls of flame and licks the stars'now violently vomits forth rocks, the mountains uptorn entrails, and whirls molten stone skyward with a roar, and boils up from its lowest depths.