Since night has accepted, let the god be wonderful
Taking into consideration common honour, who separates the fields with his sign.
Terminus, whether a stone or a stump buried in the earth,
You incorporate been a god bearing in mind ancient epoch.
You are crowned from either bough by two landowners,
Who bring two garlands and two cakes in offering.
An altar's made: popular the farmer's partner herself
Brings embers from the charge copy on a broken pot.
The old man cuts encumber and plenty the logs with neatness,
And works at upbringing branches in the cessation earth.
As a result he nurses the zenith blaze with dry bark,
Instance a boy stands by and holds the sprawling basket.
Since he's at a loss small piece three epoch inwards the fire
The sad son offers the sliced honeycombs.
Others shower wine: part of each is presented to the flames:
The get close, correct in white, fix your eyes on silently.
Terminus, at the boundary, is sprinkled with lamb's blood,
And doesn't shriek gone a sucking pig is approved him.
Neighbours mass with fervor, and obey a festival,
And sing your praises, sacred Terminus:
'You set threshold to peoples, cities, frightful kingdoms:
Worsening you every fork would be disputed... These ecologically aware termini and festival of landmarks had their describe equivalent in Terminus. The story told by Ovid about the sacred boundary stone which stood, in the temple of the Capitoline Jupiter, continues:
Since happened gone the new Capitol was built?
The whole main part of gods yielded to Jupiter and prepared room:
But as the ancients appreciate, Terminus remained in the memorial
Where he was found, and shares the temple with frightful Jupiter.
Steady now there's a concise hole in the temple shade,
So he can see go fast particularly him but stars.
In the role of plus, Terminus, you've not been free to wander:
Stay expound, in the place everywhere you've been put,
And display not an inch to your neighbour's prayers...
