And takes forth a Caucasian herb, of potency sure beyond all others, sprung of the gore that dropped from the liver of Prometheus, and grass wind-nurtured, fostered and strengthened by that blood divine among snows and grisly frosts.
Et, qua sibi fida magis vis
nulla, Prometheae florem de sanguine fibrae
promit nutritaque gramina monti,
quae sacer ille nives inter tristesque pruinas
durat alitque cruor.
nulla, Prometheae florem de sanguine fibrae
promit nutritaque gramina monti,
quae sacer ille nives inter tristesque pruinas
durat alitque cruor.
Original text (Latin)