Mother of Aeneas and of his Rome, and of gods and men the joy, dear Venus, who underneath the gliding heavenly signals busies the seas with ships and makes earth fruitful (for only through you are living things conceived and because of you they rise up to bask in the light of the sun)..."
Life-stirring Venus, Mother of Aeneas and of Rome, Pleasure of men and gods, you make all things beneath the dome Of sliding constellations teem, you throng the fruited earth And the ship-freighted sea -- for every species comes to birth Conceived through you, and rises forth and gazes on the light."
Mother of the descendants of Aeneas, pleasure of humans and gods, lifegiving Venus, it is you who beneath the gliding signs of heaven makes the ship-bearing sea and the fruitful earth teem with life, since through you the whole race of living creatures is conceived, born, and gazes on the light of the sun."
Mother of Aeneas' people, delight of human beings and the gods, Venus, power of life, it is you who beneath the sky's sliding stars inspirit the ship-bearing sea, inspirit the productive land. To you every kind of living creature owes its conception and first glimpse of the sun's light."
O Mother of the Roman race, delight Of men and gods, Venus most bountiful, You who beneath the gliding signs of heaven Fill with yourself the sea bedecked with ships And earth great crop-bearer, since by your power Creatures of every kind are brought to birth And rising up behold the light of sun..."
Mother of Romans, delight of gods and men, Sweet Venus, who under the wheeling signs of heaven Rouse the ship-shouldering sea and the fruitful earth And make them teem--for through you all that breathe Are begotten, and rise to see the light of the sun..."
Mother of all the Romans: moreover, everyone's pleasure, Comfortable Venus: everything under the stars --The sea that carries ships as well as the earth that bears crops-- Is full of you: every living thing is conceived By your methods and so comes into the daylight."
Creatress, mother of the Roman line, Dear Venus, joy of earth and joy of heaven, All things that live below that heraldry Of star and planet, whose processional Moves ever slow and solemn over us, All things conceived, all things that face the light In their bright visit..."
Mother of Romans, joy of gods and men, Venus, life-giver, who under planet and star visits the ship-clad sea, the grain-clothed land always, for through you all that's born and breathes is gotten, created, brought forth to see the sun."
Mother of Aeneas and his race, delight of men and gods, life-giving Venus, it is your doing that under the wheeling constellations of the sky all nature teems with life, both the sea that buoys up our ships and the earth that yields our food. Through you all living creatures are conceived and come forth to look upon the sunlight."
Mother of Aeneas' sons, joy of men and gods, Venus the life-giver who beneath the gliding stars of heaven fillest with life the sea that carries the ships and the land that bears the crops; for thanks to thee every tribe of living things is conceived, and comes forth to look upon the light of the sun."
Mother of Aeneas and his race, darling of men and gods, nurturing Venus, who beneath the smooth-moving heavenly signs fill with yourself the sea full-laden with ships, the earth that bears the crops, since through you every kind of living thing is conceived and rising up looks on the light of the sun..."