Gods of the Forum, blaze with gifts;
Right and left the flame mounts high,
Spiring to the sky,
With the gentle soothings cherished
Of the oil that knows no malice,[n11]
And the sacred cake that smokes
From the queen’s chamber in the palace.
What thou canst and may’st, declare;
Be the healer of the care
That bodes black harm within me; change it