ergo simul tot gentibus alma, tot altis urbibus ac populis, subterque ac desuper una sufficis, astriferumque domos Atlanta supernas ferre laborantem nullo vehis ipsa labore: nos tantum portare negas? nos, diva, gravaris? quod, precor, ignari luimus scelus? an quia plebes externa Inachiis huc adventamus ab oris? omne homini natale solum, nec te, optima, saevo tamque humili populos deceat distinguere fine undique ubique tuos; maneas communis et arma hinc atque inde feras; liceat, precor, ordine belli pugnaces efflare animas et reddere caelo.
Therefore you alone suffice in your bounty for so many nations, so many lofty cities and peoples, from below and from above,  carrying star-bearing Atlas as he labours to support the dwellings on high with no labour of your own: us alone, goddess, do you refuse to bear, us do you find too heavy? What crime, I pray, do we expiate unawares? Is it that we come here from Inachus land, a foreign folk? Every soil is natal to man and it would ill become you, noble one, to distinguish by so cruel and so base  a line between peoples who, no matter whence and where, are yours. Stay common to all and bear the arms of either side. Let it be granted to us, I pray, to gasp out our fighting lives in the order of war and return them to the sky.
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