αὐτὰρ ἐπεὶ κατέδυ λαμπρὸν φάος ἠελίοιο:
οἱ μὲν κακκείοντες ἔβαν οἶκον δὲ ἕκαστος:
ᾗχι ἑκάστῳ δῶμα περικλυτὸς ἀμφιγυήεις
Ἥφαιστος ποίησεν ϊδυίῃσι πραπίδεσσι:
Ζεὺς δὲ πρὸς ὃν, λέχος ἤϊ' Ὀλύμπιος ἀστεροπητής,
ἔνθα πάρος κοιμᾶθ' ὅτε μιν γλυκὺς ὕπνος ἱ̈κάνοι:
ἔνθα κὰθεῦδ' ἀναβὰς, παρ δὲ χρυσόθρονος Ἥρη.
But when the bright light of the sun was set, they went each to his own house to take their rest, where for each one a palace had been built with cunning skill by the famed Hephaestus, the limping god; and Zeus, the Olympian, lord of the lightning, went to his couch, where of old he took his rest, whenever sweet sleep came upon him. There went he up and slept, and beside him lay Hera of the golden throne.
