Translation

And now Proca was holding the highest royalty of people.

Pomona existed from behind this king, between which no Latin garden was cultivated more cleverly by wood nymphs,

And there was no one more eager of the tree fetuses;

From where her name holds:

She loves not a river nor a forest, but branches carrying apples and the countryside;

It is neither serious by spear, but by curved right-handed sickle,

By which she saw around and only spreading luxury and here and there,

She inserted the wood with only its bark having been divided and by the foreign nursling supplies sap. 

Neither does she allow the trees to endure thirst, 

And she watered fibers of roots by gliding waves.

This love, this excitement; and she has no desire of Venus.

Nevertheless she closed the orchards fearing the force of the rustic people within

and she prohibits and flees the manly advancements

Of the satyrs with horns of having encircled fir and, 

youth having been bound by dance, 

Silenus, always by his own more youthful years,

And the god who scares off thieves using either his sickle or his crotch,

What would they not do to gain possession of her?

But only Vertumnus, who was surpassing by loving her, he was not more lucky than them by this.

How often he carried awns of rough reaper by basket condition and was the image of a true harvester.

Often times bearing his head with fresh hay, he was able to seem to have turned the cut grass; 

often by his rigid hands he was carrying spurs, so that you would swear he only yoked apart tired bulls, 

he with a sickle having been given, was the pruner of vines; 

he having donned the ladder, you would think to about to pick apples.

A soldier with a sword having been taken up, a fisherman with a fishing pole having been taken up, 

Next he discovered an entrance through many figures to her often, so that he could catch the joys of having been seen form.