Ruris hic erunt puellae, vel puellae montium,
Quaeque silvas, quaeque lucos, quaeque fontes incolunt: 

Jussit omnes adsidere mater alitis dei,
Jussit et nudo puellas nil Amori credere. 55

Cras amet qui nunquam amavit; quique amavit cras amet.
She has set up her court, has Our Lady, in Hybla,
    and deckt it with blooms:—­
With the Graces at hand for assessors Dione dispenses
    her dooms. 
Now burgeon, O Hybla! put forth and abound, till 50
    Proserpina’s field,
To the foison thy lap overflowing its laurel of Sicily
    yield. 
Call, assemble the nymphs—­hamadryad and dryad—­
    the echoes who court
From the rock, who the rushes inhabit, in ripples
    who swim and disport. 
“I admonish you maids—­I, his mother, who suckled
    the scamp ere he flew—­
An ye trust to the Boy flying naked, some pestilent 55
    prank ye shall rue.”
Now learn ye to love who loved never—­now ye who have
    loved, love anew!

Et rigentibus virentes ducit umbras floribus: 
Cras erit quum primus AEther copulavit nuptias,
Et pater totum creavit vernis annum nubibus,
In sinum maritus imber fluxit almae conjugis, 60
Unde fetus mixtus omnes aleret magno corpore. 
Ipsa venas atque mentem permeanti spiritu
Intus occultis gubernat procreatrix viribus,
Perque coelum, perque terras, perque pontum
    subditum
Pervium sui tenorem seminali tramite 65

She has coax’d her the shade of the hazel to cover
    the wind-flower’s birth. 
Since the day the Great Father begat it, descending
    in streams upon Earth;
When the Seasons were hid in his loins, and the
    Earth lay recumbent, a wife,
To receive in the searching and genital shower the 60
    soft secret of life. 
As the terrible thighs drew it down, and conceived,
    as the embryo ran
Thoro’ blood, thoro’ brain, and the Mother gave all
    to the making of man,
She, she, our Dione, directed the seminal current to
    creep,
Penetrating, possessing, by devious paths all the
    height, all the deep. 
She, of all procreation procuress, the share to the 65
    furrow laid true;

Inbuit, jussitque mundum nosse nascendi vias. Cras amet qui nunquam amavit; quique amavit cras amet.

Ipsa Trojanos nepotes in Latinos transtulit,
Ipsa Laurentem puellam conjugem nato dedit;
Moxque Marti de sacello dat pudicam virginem; 70
Romuleas ipsa fecit cum Sabinis nuptias,
Unde Ramnes et Quirites proque prole posterum
Romuli matrem crearet et nepotem Caesarem.
Cras amet qui nunquam amavit; quique amavit cras
    amet.

She, she, to the womb drave the knowledge, and open’d the ecstasy through. Now learn ye to love who loved never—­now ye who have loved, love anew!