at si patriis Porthaonis arvis inferar et reduci pateat mihi Martia Pleuron, aurea tunc mediis urbis tibi templa dicabo collibus, Ionias qua despectare procellas dulce sit, et flavo tollens ubi vertice pontum turbidus obiectas Achelous Echinadas exit.
But if my way leads me to my native Porthaonian land and Martian Pleuron open her gates to my return, then shall I dedicate to you a golden temple amid the citys heights, where it may please you to look down on Ionian tempests, where wild Achelous raises the sea with his yellow head and leaves the Echinades in his path.
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