conticuere chori, dapibus ludoque licenti fit modus et primae decrescunt murmura noctis, cum consanguinei mixtus caligine Leti rore madens Stygio morituram amplectitur urbem Somnus et implacido fundit gravia otia cornu secernitque viros.
The dances come to an end, a limit is established to the celebration and pleasure-seeking, the sounds of early night fade away. Sleep, who is accompanied by the darkness of Death and covered in sticky sweat, encompasses the destined city, pouring profound comfort from his unyielding horn, and divides the people.