From mankind Cut off, this quarter, teeming thus with pests She gave to snakes, and to the barren fields Denied the husbandman, nor wished that men Should perish by their venom.

To the realms Of serpents have we come.

Hater of men, Receive thy vengeance, whoso of the gods Severed this region upon either hand, With death in middle space.

Our march is set Through thy sequestered kingdom, and the host Which knows thy secret seeks the furthest world.
Perchance some greater wonders on our path May still await us; in the waves be plunged Heaven's constellations, and the lofty pole Stoop from its height.

By further space removed No land, than Juba's realm; by rumour's voice Drear, mournful.