ibant aequati numero regemque canebant: ceu quondam nivei liquida inter nubila cycni cum sese e pastu referunt et longa canoros dant per colla modos, sonat amnis et Asia longe pulsa palus.
In dressed lines they marched and sang their king: as snowy swans among the moist clouds, when they return from feeding, and from their long throats utter their tuneful strains; the river echoes, and the Asian mead, struck from afar