The murmuring tripod's lord,
Though the fairest in heavenly story,
The twins with their star bright gleaming afar—
All yield to our Jason in glory.90
When in her train of courtly maidens she mingles—
Like the bright sunshine paling the starry splendor,95
Or the full moonlight quenching the Pleiads' brilliance,
So does she shine, all peerless, of fair ones the fairest.
Now, O Jason, freed from the hateful wedlock100
That held thee bound to the barbarous Colchian woman,