Missorium of Theodosius, silver. 388 AD. ‘Inscription on the Golden Gate, Constantinople (Translation)’ and Poetry by Morgan Downs The Society November 5, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Poetry, Translation 1 Comment Inscription on the Golden Gate, Constantinople (Translation) Commemorating Emperor Theodosius’ Victory over the usurper, Maximus, at the Battle of the Save in 388 AD. Theodosius was the last emperor to rule over both the Eastern and Western Roman Empire. These acres Theodosius gilded on the Tyrant’s fate; He brought the Golden Century, who built the Golden Gate. Legio Patria Nostra The legion! The legion! __The legion our home! The last sacred region __Remaining to Rome. I care not for the city, __Its mercantile score, Nor hold I in pity __Its pitiful poor. Her fanes are forsaken, __Her forebears forlorned, Her liberty taken __And ravished unmourned. Ye patricians beseeming, __Ye beggars embrowned, Bow before the trump screaming __Ye dare not resound. Pay the fare for thy leisure, __Thou suppliant ward, That we leave thee thy pleasure, __The bondsman’s reward. All merit is martial, __Nor law but our own. Praetor, blow loud thy timbrel- __Our edict be known! Hail, Caesar Augustus, __The visible god! May the sandals thou dressed us __To victory plod. Give us this day to graze __Upon silver and gold. From the hovels we raze, __Many captives be sold. Hail, Caesar Invictus, __Our god for a day, ‘Till another hath picked us __To merit his pay. Who founded the line __Shall abandon it last- Mars the father come dine __On his rightful repast! The legion! The legion! __The legion alone, ‘Neath refulgent bronze talon, __Death never hath known. The flame in the chalice, __The laying of hands Scoff at human malice, __Nor ask in which lands. The flame rides on the vernal __That haltlessly flies. ‘Twas blown down eternal, __Eternal it hies. Contemn all sweet savor- __Eternal is pain! It blesses endeavor, __And washes our stain. Pain is the measure __Of mortal design, And blood be the treasure __That purchase our sin. The legion! The legion! __The legion our home! The last sacred region __Remaining to Rome. Morgan Downs is a poet in his 20s living in Massachusetts. Related Post ‘The Garrett Loft’ by Leo Yankevich In garret lofts poor artists have quite often painted women bathing, combing hair inside a nearby mirror… __________________________Your eyes softe... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail One Response NeoOvid33 November 16, 2017 That inscription is awesome! I want that on my tombstone. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.