O Powerful Victory, by men desired,
With adverse breasts to dreadful fury fired,
Thee I invoke, whose might alone can quell
Contending rage, and molestation fell.
It’s thine in battle to confer the crown,
The victor’s prize, the mark of sweet renown;
For thou rules all things, Victory divine!
And glorious strife, and joyful shouts are thine.
Come, mighty Goddess, and thy suppliant bless,
With sparkling eyes, elated with success;
May deeds illustrious thy protection claim,
And find, led on by thee, immortal fame.