Me fabulosae Volture in Apulo

altricis extra limina Pulliae

ludo fatigatumque somno

fronde nova puerum palumbes 

texere, mirum quod foret omnibus

quicumque celsae nidum aceruntiae

saltusque bantinos et arvum

pingue tenent humilis forenti,

ut tuto ab atris corpore viperis

dormirem et ursis, ut premerer sacra

lauroque conlataque myrto (…)

The Vulture d'apulia escaped

at Pullia's check, my nurse,

he's asleep after the game,

mysterious doves covered me,

child of fronde novelle

and the beings, who at the top of the Acerence,

in the bantini woods or in the fertile plain

of the lower forenza have the nest,

they were surprised that I slept

protected from black Vipers and bears,

covered with sacred Laurel Yew and Myrtle (...)