Speramusne, deae, quarum mihi sacra coluntur, mortali totum hunc aperire in saecula voce posse diem? tantumne datis confidere linguae, ut Cannas uno ore sonem? si gloria vobis nostra placet, neque vos magnis avertitis ausis, huc omnes cantus Phoebumque vocate parentem.
Ye goddesses,b whose priest I am, how can I hope with mere mortal voice to set forth for future ages all the story of that day? Do ye grant me such bold utterance that I can sing of Cannae with but one tongue? If my fame is dear to you, if ye frown not on a mighty enterprise, then summon hither all your music and Apollo your sire.
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