dicam ego maternos Aetnaeo fulmine partus, Indica Nysaeis arma fugata choris, vesanumque nova nequiquam in vite Lycurgum, Pentheos in triplicis funera rapta greges, curvaque Tyrrhenos delphinum corpora nautas in vada pampinea desiluisse rate, et tibi per mediam bene olentia flumina Diam, unde tuum potant Naxia turba merum.
I shall tell how, stricken by a bolt from Etna, your mother gave you birth; how Indian warriors were routed by Nysas dancers; how Lycurgus vainly raved over the new-found vine; how Pentheus corpse was torn apart among three Maenad bands; how the Tuscan sailors, changed into the arched bodies of dolphins, leapt into the sea from a vine-clad ship; and how in the midst of Dia flow sweet-smelling streams in your honour, wherefrom the people of Naxos drink your wine.
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