Unkown

Blow uproar, opponents! Increase ye your might,
My hero's heart bides unperturbed.
Flash, thunder, and crack,
Now shatter the towers, now burn ye the woodlands.
Lay waste now in vengeance the fields and the meadows,
And fight till horse and man are slain.

Yes, yes!
E'er nearer the times approach
When I the nations can reveal it:
I am as in the ancient days
E'en now as well to impudence
An ever present terror.
For all can see
What hath till now through my great power
There in Sarmatia(2) occurred.
How I displayed my daring
And did the shameless foe,
Before he even knew,
Disgrace and sent him running;
I have in fact, however oft he threatened,
Still never shrunk from his vainglory;
I'll place now for this worthiest of German heroes
The crown upon his princely head
And will, so far as in my pow'r,
The peoples' honesty, the nations' judgment, publish.

Let flourish now contentment
When once August the throne ascends,
For he displays his spirit's will
The enemy to conquer:
Let flourish, then, contentment.

What's this? Hath mine August,
Since he hath come to Poland,
Both crown and scepter now accepted?
Oh! What a rare delight
Doth this inspire midst youth and elders,
For they have long known well
That he this land
Through mine assistance will keep safely.

Lord! Thy zeal to maintain justice
Means that each of these thy servants
Help and safety here can find.
If e'er Innocence protesteth,
I shall tell her:
Go, implore thy patron god.

The loyal subject now is glad,
From him thy lofty crowning's feast
A joyful Vivat! doth evoke;
His heart doth burn with warm and sincere longing,
From thee both law and justice to receive now.

Let us find in August refuge,
For his passionate endeavor
Of each heart to gain the favor
Is based firmly on our good.
Come! Let us, then, kiss the scepter,
Heard ye not? He hath assured us
That we shall enjoy protection
Which unchanging shall endure.

Grace: Elector's hat today is laid aside;
And, as my Prince both crown and purple dons,
Are we inclined to think with solid reason
That now to us the path to greater bliss is opened.
Pallas: That's good! And I desire
Now, too, unto thy throne to venture
And thee in humble fealty
At this most fortunate of times
My spirit's faithful love to promise;
No, I would best be silent.
Grace, Pallas: No, no! /But no! He will now show to thee,/ me,
As though a father, favor.

Mighty monarch of our age!
Grant now that thy valor may
From henceforth protect me;
Let the Muses dwell in quiet.
This our heart to thee is pledged,
Mighty monarch of our age!
Grant then that thy valor may
From henceforth protect me;
Let the Muses dwell in quiet.

Pallas: O mightiest August!
Grant that this reverent petition
Be not despised by thee;
The quiet which the Muses cherish
Was that which for this time inspired my presence.
Valor: So listen then
To what thy lord,
That I should tell thee, told to me:
He guardeth thy repose
And pledgeth thee his peace,
But thou shouldst seek his will and pleasure
In all endeavor to accomplish.
Pallas: My ruler! mine August!
Pierians' desire and joy.
Valor: Thy ruler, thine August.
Pallas: Thou patron of my peace!
Valor: The patron of thy peace!
Pallas: Thou shalt e'en in advancing years,
Which thee thy name have prophesied,
By me be held in honor.
Valor: Thy ruler, thine August,
Pierians' desire and joy,
The patron of thy peace,
Shall even in advancing years,
Which him his name have prophesied,
By thee be held in honor.
So live now ever free from terror,
I shall myself give Helicon protection.

So flourish, ye Muses, on Helicon's summits
In blessing and peace.
Come, hasten to us,
See, here shall green your happy fortune.

Pallas, Grace, Justice: Ye children, let the future read it,
How you Augustus' favor served,
So that posterity may see
His glory crowning well did merit.
Justice: Thy King will now, without respect to persons,
Reward both industry and learning.
Grace: As many drops of holy oil
As streamed today at his anointing,
So much the favor which thy Muses' choir shall savor.
Pallas: It's now come true
What I so long had thought:
Augustus doth deserve a god of earth to be.
Justice, Grace: We'll bide most justly at thy side
And would as well as thou the King's great fame exalt.

Justice: Swarthy ravens
Will have sooner swans as nestlings
Ere August the right should break;
Grace: And radiant light of sun
Sooner will his world abandon
Ere August find mildness hateful.
Justice, Grace: His zealous chastisement/His love to give favor} the hero doth mark
And makes him a marvel in ages to come.

Let's go! Our will it is, to our great pleasure,
Upon my mountain's peaks to settle;
And ev'ry Muses' son
Receives you with a thousand joys.
Ye breezes, winge'd make you course,
Ye must the song our Saxon Muses carol
Before our King's great throne now herald.

Vivat August, August vivat!
Till the frame of earth doth fall.
Lord! May thy royal station
Let thy high prosperity
With most welcome increase flourish,
For thee is all for realm and land set well.