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12. signs
standing
he perceives
A work of such great scale, desiring to report to the people,
For to me, singing from the highest region of the sky,
And of the seven wandering stars, and with the light of the Sun
Hidden before it may grace the fleece of the Ram Aries.:
It must be said, favor these great beginnings, best Father.
For you, supreme God, thus shake all things with a nod,
And you make the purple Phoebus The Sun. light up the twelve
Radiant star-globes of the earth every year,
So that they may bear every race of humans, cattle, and wild beasts,
The fruit of trees, flowers, and lush pastures,
And the birds that inhabit the green forests,
And whatever is born in the sea, and in the high ether,
So that nothing created may depart from the eternal law.
Handing down perpetual breezes to all mortals,
Keeping the times of ascent and descent, the day of sunset and death,
And giving various lights to the days, and hours to the night,
Not equal for all.
Which neither the flame-vomiting lights of the sun would vary,
Nor the Moon's radius, unless the stars of the bent cycle
Traversed it, carried through the middle region of the poles:
The bright Sun, powerful in splendor and pure light,
Seeking these high northern stars of Cancer,
Pressing these southern stars of wintry Capricorn,
Moving now in the lower part and reflecting the upper,
It makes its own seasons in the alternating months of the year.
Hence you will perceive the various motions of the mind languishing,
Hence swollen angers rise, nor do wars rest,
Hence the secure peace is violated by the rush of the furious,
With varied incursions, slaughter, and hot flames,
A varied genus of diseases, plagues, and robberies,
And the death of cattle; hence the year is not fertile,
Nor does it bring forth fields rich with crops.
Hence the air grows hot with the ignited fevers of Mars.