quod tibi si sancti concesserit incola Itoni, quae nostrum genus ac sedes defendere Erecthei annuit, ut tauri respergas sanguine dextram, tum vero facito ut memori tibi condita corde haec vigeant mandata, nec ulla oblitteret aetas, ut simul ac nostros invisent lumina collis, funestam antennae deponant undique vestem, candidaque intorti sustollant vela rudentes,       quam primum cernens ut laeta gaudia mente agnoscam, cum te reducem aetas prospera sistet.
But if she who dwells in holy Itonus, who vouchsafes to defend our race and the abodes of Erechtheus, shall grant thee to sprinkle thy right hand with the bulls blood, then be sure that these my commands live, laid up in thy mindful heart, and that no length of time blur them: that as soon as thy eyes shall come within sight of our hills, thy yardarms may lay down from them their mourning raiment, and the twisted cordage raise a    white sail: that so I may see at once and gladly welcome the signs of joy, when a happy hour shall set thee here in thy home again.
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