Mater omnium artifici aequore, agro:
Te revelet ut mihi nomino res,
Quae celata saeculo adusque nostris;
	Vultum aperatur!

Filia antiqui nova nominis tu,
Quam patent scientiam eis ut det,
Quae tamen concedit inepta falsa,
	Cur fugitasti?

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O mother of the maker of the world,
I call to you: reveal to me the things
That time has hidden from my race entire;
	Reveal your face!

O youngest daughter of the eldest god,
You whom they seek to learn the truth and more,
Who grants them nothing but a hollow lie:
	Why did you flee?