XXXIV

We are the trusted maidens

And pure boys of Diana:

[As pure boys of Diana]

And maidens let us sing.

Oh daughter of Latona, great child

Of Jupiter greatest and best,

Your mother delivered you near

The Delian olive grove

So you could be mistress of the mountains

And greening woods

And secluded glades

And sounding streams:

Called Juno Lucina

By women in painful labour,

Called powerful Trivia of the Crossroads,

You are Luna of reflected light.

With your monthly passage, goddess,

You measure the course of the years,

You fill the rustic estate

Of the farmer with fruitful gain.

May you be known by whatever

Holy name you like,

May you, as before, bring kind assistance

To the people of Romulus.