di maris et terrae tempestatumque potentes, ferte viam vento facilem et spirate secundi! crebrescunt optatae aurae, portusque patescit iam propior, templumque apparet in Arce Minervae.
O gods, lords of the sea and earth and storms, carry us onward with easy wind, and blow with favouring breath! The longed-for breezes freshen, a haven opens as we now draw near, and a temple is seen on Minervas Height.