I saw a field-born one moving with offspring, shining in fair array, not manifold in many ways. Not the first-born, nor the newly begotten youths, are they who become maidens.

I have seen him passing secretly from plural ce (to plural ce) like a herd (of cattle), shining brightly of his own accord; they apprehended not those (flames of his), but he has (again) been born, and they who had become grey-haired are (once more) young.

I saw him moving from the place he dwells in, even as with a herd, brilliantly shining. These seized him not: he had been born already. They who were grey with age again grow youthful.