Nos Troia antiqua (si vestras forte

Nos Troia antiqua (si vestras forte per auris Troiae nomen iit), diversa per aequora vectos forte sua Libycis tempestas adpulit oris.

Sum pius Aeneas, raptos qui ex hoste Penates classe veho mecum, fama super aethera notus.

Italiam quaero patriam et genus ab Jove summo.

et jam per moenia clavior ignis auditur, propiusque aestus incendia volvunt. "Ergo age, care pater, cervici imponere nostrae; Ipse subibo umeris, nec me labor gavabit."

Mihi parvus Iulus sit comes, et longe servet vestigia conjux. Tu, genitor, cape sacra manu patriosque Penates.

Résultats (Anglais) 1:

From ancient Troy (if by chance, the name of Troy, by the ear), weather conditions in different directions over the sea, the shores of Libya Libyan coast. I am pious Aeneas, who carry with me the household gods snatched from the enemy, known above the ether. I seek Italy for a homeland; my race is from the Jove the top. Claviere is heard through the walls, and it is now, and nearer the flames roll. "Come then, dear father, upon my neck; He is my own shoulders, and not me there is labor gavabit." To me, the little Iulus also a companion, and to preserve the traces of the partner is far away. You, my father, take the hand of our country 's sacred Penates.