Let him recall the ancient ruins in his mind
Crushing the enemy raging with excessive pride
May he hold the high places across the lands under every
Star of the sky

Whether it stiffened under the frigid north-pole
Or was heated through the eastern reins
Wherever the weary sun or the South Wind seeks
It thrives, filled with vigor

Caesar, to be remembered in eternal time
Weave for me the garlands of the leafy laurel
Adorning the stiff poet with the Delphic referring to Apollo, god of poetry sign

Then the Muse will be able to resound Caesar
Through the vast world with pleasant plectra
Resounding the long years of Caesar
With melodious strings

A dicolon distrophic Epode

of Celtis to the divine Emperor Frederick

pragmatically and syncretically

Golden times will now return to the world
Praised by the poets of old
Column of the realm and of the empire, Caesar
Calls the chosen princes

They who hasten now in competition to see the leaders
Forging new treaties
Just as Jupiter is said to have summoned
All the gods in an assembly
While the pugnacious crowd with immense bodies
Was looming over the stars
This one snatching Ossa and this one Pelion boldly
Had placed them upon high Olympus