Fertile earth Pallas who procreates everything
Rock-bound spring that fed the twin brothers with nectar
This young bull which he carried on his golden shoulders
According to his ways
And I after 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
Hail to the lions
For many a new years
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!
Mithras, God of the Noontide
The heather swims in the heat
Our helmets scorch our foreheads
Our sandals burn our feet
Now in the ungirt hour
Now as we blink and drowse
Mithras, also a soldier
Keep us true to our vows!
Mithras, Lord of Ages
Below You we march!
Invincible Sun, the flame of Life
You dwell within our hearts
Mithras, God of the Sunset
Low on the western main
Thou descending immortal
Immortals arise again
Now when the watch has ended
Now when the wine is drawn
Mithras, also a soldier
Keep us pure till the dawn!
Mithras, God of the Midnight
Here where the great bull dies
Look on Thy children in darkness
Oh take our sacrifice
Many roads Thou hast fashioned
All of them lead to the light
Mithras, also a soldier,
Teach us to die aright!
Mithras, Lord of Ages
Below You we march!
Invincible Sun, the flame of Life
You dwell within our hearts
Mithras, Lord of Ages
Below You we march!
Unconquerable Sun, the flame of Life
You dwell within our hearts