Give alms to this one, the whirling begging priest
At the service owed by them and the Archigallus—
Love poured in blood by the sodality of the Galli,
Love for the Great Mother Goddess and her slain God—
Until your pockets are empty because of your giving:
Such does not begin to equal their debt, not one iota.
Ave Mater Magna! Ave Cybele! Ave Attis!