Ovid Metamorphoses - lines 207-219

Te quoque, Luna, traho

Also you, moon, I drag

Quamvis, Temesaea labores aera tuos minuant

Although Temesaen bronze lessens your labours

Currus quoque carmine nostro pallet avi

Also the chariot of my grandfather grows pale from my chanting

Pallet nostris Aurora venenis!

Aurora (dawn) grows pale by my poisons!

Vos mihi taurorum flammas habetastis

You dulled the flames of the bulls for me

Et unco impatiens oneris collum pressistis aratro

And you pressed the neck, intolerant of work, with the hooked plough

Vos serpentigenis in se fera bella dedistis

You gave wild wars to the snake-born people against each other

Custodemque rudem somno sopistis

And you put to sleep the guard un-used to sleep

Et aurum vindice decepto Graias misistis in urbes

And you sent gold (Golden Fleece) into Greek cities with that protector having been deceived

Nunc opus est sucis

Now I need juices

Per quos renovata senectus

Through which old age, having been renewed

In florem redeat

May return to the flower of youth

Primosque recolligat annos

And regain early years

Et dabitis

And you will give them

Neque enim micuerunt sidera frustra

For the stars neither shone in vain

Nec frustra volucrum tractus cervice draconum currus adest

Nor is the chariot, dragged by the neck of winged dragons here in vain

Aderat demissus ab aethere currus

There was the chariot, sent down from the sky