ὡς ἄρα φωνήσασα, πάλιν τρέπε μώνυχας ἵ̈ππους:
τῇσιν δ' Ὧραι μὲν λῦσαν καλλίτριχας ἵ̈ππους:
καὶ τοὺς μὲν κατέδησαν ἐπ' ἀμβροσίῃσι κάπῃσιν:
ἅρματα δ' ἔκλιναν προς ενώπια παμφανόωντα:
αὐταὶ δὲ χρυσέοισιν ἐπὶ κλισμοῖσι κάθιζὸν
μίγδ' ἄλλοισι θεοῖσι: φίλον τετιημέναι ῆτορ.
So spake she, and turned back her single-hooved horses. Then the Hours unyoked for them their fair-maned horses, and tethered them at their ambrosial mangers, and leaned the chariot against the bright entrance wall; and the goddesses sate them down upon golden thrones amid the other gods, with sore grief at heart.
