at tu, care deis, quem non manus ulla nec enses Sidonii, sed magna sinu Natura soluto, ceu te Cirrhaeo meritum tumularet hiatu, sic amplexa coit, hilaris des, oro, precatus nosse tuos, caeloque et vera monentibus aris concilies, et quae populis proferre parabas, me doceas: tibi sacra feram praesaga, tuique numinis interpres te Phoebo absente vocabo.
But you, dear to the gods, whom no hand nor Sidonian swords but great Nature embraced in her opened bosom and came together, as though she were burying you in Cirrhas cavern as you deserved, in gladness grant, I beg, to know your forms of prayer and commend me to heaven and the truth-telling altars; and teach me what you were about to reveal to the peoples. I shall bring you prophetic rites and as your deitys ambassador invoke you in Phoebus absence.
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