1 Caeculus, born of Vulcan's race, and Umbro, who comes from the Marsian hills, fill up the line.
2 This monster was the son of Vulcan, and spouted his black fires from his mouth as he moved in giant bulk.
3 I shall meet him in courage, did he outmatch great Achilles and wear arms like his forged by Vulcan's hands.
4 This sign the goddess who bore me foretold she would send if war assailed, and would bring through the air to my succour armour from Vulcan's hands.
5 Nor was the founder of Praeneste city absent, the king who, as every age hath believed, was born of Vulcan among the pasturing herds, and found beside the hearth, Caeculus.
6 These things he admires on the shield of Vulcan, his mother's gift, and rejoicing in the portraiture of unknown history, lifts on his shoulder the destined glories of his children.
7 An island rises by the side of Sicily and Aeolian Lipare, steep with smoking cliffs, whereunder the vaulted and thunderous Aetnean caverns are hollowed out for Cyclopean forges, the strong strokes on the anvils echo in groans, ore of steel hisses in the vaults, and the fire pants in the furnaces: the house of Vulcan, and Vulcania the land's name.