Garden of Sacred Idylls

He leaped into the cup of the vapid Aetna, the reckless man.
The sacred footprints of the wise men of heaven-bearing Sina Sinai
Surpass the sandals. The acumen of the Samian Lucumo Etruscan prince/ruler
Stands amazed here. By this, the wise man of Abdera Democritus
Cannot behold the fires of the uninjured grove with blind light.
The wisdom of heaven excludes the mystas initiates of the region
From the sacred woods of Horeb, which the inspired virtue of Jove the Divine
Has illuminated. The mystic Fire of the heavens admits to being seen
By Moses and the true worshippers of Christ the Mediator, who, having left behind the dross
Of the unclean world, do not refuse to put off the raw buskin
Of vile flesh, and stand by with inclined ears,
With pure minds to draw in the oracles of Christ.
For it is not Vulcan the Roman god of fire who animates these fires with Liparean bellows,
Nor does the vain Vesta goddess of the hearth feed the eternal hearths here:
Far from the sacred Mount are the deities of Jehovah
Damned to the perpetual furnaces of Erebus the underworld.
The Son of God himself, the Divine from the true Divine,
The true one, the holy light-bringer, and the splendor of the
Eternal Parent, he who founded the nourishing light,
He who reigns without beginning, without end, flits
In the flashing bushes of the fiery mount, and by divine voice
Out of the midst of the fire he pledges certain salvation
To the race of the Isacidum descendants of Isaac/Israel, suffering Memphitic
Egyptian servitude, and groaning under the heavy weight of hardship.
For indeed it is permitted here to grasp the salvation-bringing
Christ,