O Colonia, quae cupis ponte ludere longo, et salire paratum habes, sed vereris inepta crura ponticuli axulis stantis in redivivis, ne supinus eat cavaque in palude recumbat   sic tibi bonus ex tua pons libidine fiat, in quo vel Salisubsili sacra suscipiantur: munus hoc mihi maximi da, Colonia, risus.
O Colonia, you who wish to have a long bridge on which to celebrate your games, and are quite ready to dance, but fear the ill-jointed legs of your little bridge, standing as it does on old posts done up again, lest it should fall sprawling and sink down in the depths of the mire;'may you have a good bridge   made for you according to your desire, one on which the rites of Salisubsilus himself may be undertaken, on condition that you grant me this gift, Colonia, to make me laugh my loudest.
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