hic ego te (nam Sicanii non mitius halat aura croci, dites nec si tibi rara Sabaei cinnama odoratas nec Arabs decerpsit aristas) inferiis cum laude datis heu carmine plango Pierio; sume <o> gemitus et vulnera nati et lacrimas, rari quas umquam habuere parentes! atque utinam Fortuna mihi dare manibus aras, par templis opus, ariamque educere molem Cyclopum scopulos ultra atque audacia saxa Pyramidum, et magno tumulum praetexere luco.
Here do I'for no more gently breathes the fragrance of Sicanian saffron or rare cinnamon, be it plucked for you by wealthy Sabaeans, or odorous harvest culled by Arab'here do I alas! lament you in Pierian song, making offering and praise. Take, oh take your sons groans and wounds and tears, such tears as few parents ever had. And would it were my fortune to build an altar to your spirit, a work to match temples, and raise high an airy mass, outdoing Cyclopean cliffs and the bold stones of the Pyramids, and screen your tomb with a great grove!
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