'Tis then the Asvinian Twins, the cavaliers of heaven,
Welcome thee rosily trembling in thy chariot of gold,
And thither thou turnest where, measured the road of glory,
Wearied, the god awaits thee in the dull gloaming of eve.
“Gracious thy flight be above us!” so invoked thee the fathers,
“Gracious the going of thy radiant car over our houses.
“Come from the coasts of the East with thy good fortune,
Come, with thy flowering oats and thy foaming milk.
“And in the midst of the calves, dancing, with yellow locks,
An offspring vast shall adore thee, O Shepherdess of heaven!”