paruit, et madidas tollens ad sidera palmas: Phoebe, tibi exuvias monstratae praemia noctis nondum ablutus aquis (tibi enim haec ego sacra litavi) trado ferus miles tripodum fidusque sacerdos.
He obeyed, and lifting his dripping hands to the stars: Phoebus, I consign to you the spoils, prizes of the night you showed me, not yet cleansed with water (for to you I made this welcome sacrifice),  I, fierce soldier of the tripods, faithful priest.
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