aut tumidum Gangen aut claustra novissima Rubrae Tethyos Eoasque domos flagrante triumpho perfuris, aut Hermi de fontibus aureus exis: at tua progenies, positis gentilibus armis quae tibi festa litant, bellum lacrimasque metumque cognatumque nefas, iniusti munera regni, pendimus.
or you rage in blazing triumph by swollen Ganges or the furthest limits of Red Tethys  and the lands of morning, or emerge all golden from Hermus springs.  But we your children, laying aside the weapons of our nation  that do you festal worship, suffer war and tears and terror and kindred crime, gifts of a wrongful reign.
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