Hail to the Lions

The Fertile earth pales who procreates everything
Rockbound spring that fed the twin-brothers with nectar
This young bull which 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 rite 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, O 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 and new years
Hail to the Lions for many and new years
Hail to the Lions!