Magna Mater, the savior of Rome from the terrors of the Carthaginian’s war,
Every soul that gathers to honor you in the Circus at the public game—
Gallus and Archigallus, Thracians and Phrygians, mad maenad and ship’s pilot,
Astute philosophers and Roman plebs, and fierce gladiators from the arena—
Long to praise you and receive your blessings on this day and each day, and from
Eastern reaches of the Empire to the West, the passing pilgrims scent the aroma,
Noses of the gods and mortals thrill to the sweet smells of sacrifices slain,
Signs of human gratefulness at what you have given, what you are giving
In your heaveny abode, city-crowned, mountain-adorned, lion-flanked, Domina,
Agdistis, Attis, and Cybele, the Magna Mater: on Megalensia, the Galli give a Taurobolium.
Ave Magna Mater! Ave Cybele! Ave Agdistis! Ave Attis!