tum breviter supera aspectans convexa precatur: alma parens Idaea deum, cui Dindyma cordi turrigeraeque urbes biiugique ad frena leones, tu mihi nunc pugnae princeps, tu rite propinques augurium Phrygibusque adsis pede, diva, secundo.
Then, looking at the vault above, he briefly prays: Gracious lady of Ida, mother of the gods, to whom Dindymus is dear, and tower-crowned cities, and lions harnessed to your reins, be now my leader in the fight, duly prosper the omen, and attend your Phrygians, goddess, with favouring step!
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