Fertile earth pallas who procreates everything
Rock-bound spring that fed the twin brothers with nectar
This young bull that he carried on his shoulders
According to his ways and I have received it
I have borne on my shoulders the greatest things of the gods
Sweet are the livers of the birds but care reigns over
He who is piously reborn and created by sweet things
You must conduct the right through clouded times together
And here, as the first the ram runs exactly on his course
And you saved us after having shed the eternal blood
Accept oh holy father
Accept the incense-burning lions
Through whom we offer the incense
Through whom we ourselves are consumed
And hail to the lions
For many a new years
Hail to the lions
For many a new years
Hail to the lions!
Mithras, God of the morning
Our trumpets waken the world
Rome is above the nations
But thou art over all
Now as the names are answered
And the guards are marched away
Mithras, also a soldier
Give us strength for the day!
