hic duo rite mero libans carchesia Baccho fundit humi, duo lacte novo, duo sanguine sacro, purpureosque iacit flores ac talia fatur: salve, sancte parens, iterum; salvete, recepti nequiquam cineres animaeque umbraeque paternae.
Here in due libation he pours on the ground two goblets of unmixed wine, two of fresh milk, two of the blood of victims, and showering bright blossoms, thus he cries: Hail, holy father, once again; hail, ashes, rescued though in vain, and you, soul and shade of my sire!