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[Numa Pompilius to Egeria]

Cloaked in contemplation of the gods' nature

Elicited by the power of this copse

I, Sabine King of the realm of Romulus

Petition the powers of this natural nymphaeum

The grotto's spring is the instrument to call upon the Muses

A deep blue-green window to the divine

I, troth-keeper of the ascetic hidden scientia

Call upon my ethereal Egeria

Lepesta – For a modest offering

Cupencum – An ancient priesthood

Tacita – We are her silent pupils!

Trabea – Gowned as king

Porta – Open the gate

Egeria – My celestial consort!

Grant me insight into this bronze aegis

Which descended to my folk from the sky

I call upon the counsel of my nymph-wife

May your sacred spirit of water rise!

Lepesta – A small sacrifice

Cupencum – A reformed priesthood

Tacita – We must remain speechless!

Trabea – Chosen by the gods

Porta – A veil of knowledge

Egeria – My celestial consort!

As the king confirmed on the Tarpeian hill

As pontiff of concealed pansophy

Roma will be preserved through adherence to the gods

Our minds in ever-constant connection to the deities

[Egeria to Numa Pompilius]

Mars is the guardian of strength in your kingdom

Unify his gift with the rays of the sun

Eleven arises from this cultivation

Setting forth energy which cannot be undone

Bronze is the material of the ancile

Venus containing remnants of her father's tin

An undecagram emerges once more

Pursue this figure and replicate the clypeus

Twelve is the number after merged with the original

Conduct your dominion by this sacred sum

From it you will find the menses, philosophies, and Salii

This wisdom I grant as your nymph of this pond