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And at the same time, I rolled stones to the threshold of the temple,
So that the closed door might not be open to his own son.
But let hunger, which counsels evil, consume his limbs,
So that he may become prey sought by the Stygian dog A reference to Cerberus, the guardian of the underworld..
The studious Mother also assists in this labor,
She was no longer mindful of innate piety.
But first she rolled the stone, so that by her cunning,
The traitor might fall as if by his own sword.
After she saw him killed by a cruel death,
She took up the mournful burden upon her own shoulders.
And she threw the wicked man outside the borders of Sparta,
Thus she wished to have consulted the interest of her fatherland.
Such was the love among the Ancients, and such in former times,
Was the great glory of the beloved fatherland.
God wills that we should show worthy honor to our fatherland,
And that we should cultivate those who bear the pious scepters.
Who does not love this fatherland, unless he is clearly ἄσοφος unwise/ignorant,
Which holds the seeds of true religion.
Or who would not rightly honor the supreme Magistrate?
Who promotes the unconquered work of piety.
You, therefore, Counts, born of a most illustrious lineage,
Who rule the scepters entrusted to my fatherland.
Each one rightly honors, loves, and celebrates from the heart,
Your famous names with the clear lyre.