There to the Gates; on the pathways of Night and Day.
Held fast in place between the lintels above and the threshold of stone.
They reach right up into the heavens filled with gigantic doors.
And the keys now open, now lock; are held fast by Justice;
She who always demands exact returns.
And with soft seductive words the girls cunningly persuaded her
To push back immediately, just for them, the bar that bolts the gates.
And as the doors flew open, making the bronze axles with their pegs and nails spin ~
Now one, now the other ~ in their pipes they created a gaping chasm.
Straight through and on, the girls held fast their course, for the chariot and horses,
Straight down the road.