Iuppiter omnipotens (nam te pernicibus alis addere consilium volucresque implere futuri ominaque et causas caelo deferre latentes accipimus), non Cirrha deum promiserit antro certius, aut frondes lucis quas fama Molossis Chaonias sonuisse tibi, licet aridus Hammon invideat Lyciaeque parent contendere sortes Niliacumque pecus patrioque aequalis honori Branchus et undosae quem rusticus accola Pisae Pana Lycaonia nocturnum exaudit in umbra: ditior ille animi, cui tu, Dictaee, secundas impuleris manifestus aves.
Almighty Jupiter (for we are taught that you give wisdom to fleet wings, filling birds with the future, and bring down from heaven omens and hidden causes), not Cirrha could send forth the god from her cavern more surely or those Chaonian leaves that are famed to make sounds at your behest in Molossian groves: though parched Hammon envy and the Lycian oracle  make to compete and the beast of the Nile  and Branchus, who matches his fathers repute, and Pan,  whom the rustic dweller in wave-swept Pisa hears by night in Lycaonian shade, richer in spirit is he to whom you, Dictaean, manifest yourself by starting favourable birds.
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