Sink, beaming God; the meadows thirst
for refreshing dew, Man is listless,
  the horses are pulling more slowly:
    the chariot descends.

Look who beckons from the sea's crystal waves,
smiling warmly! Does your heart know her?
  The horses fly more quickly.
    Thetis, the divine, is beckoning.

Quickly from the chariot and into her arms
springs the driver. Cupid grasps the reins.
  The horses come silently to a halt
    and drink from the cool waters.

In the sky above, with a soft step,
comes the fragrant night; she is followed by sweet
  Love. Rest and love!
    Phoebus, the amorous, rests.