When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me and a trembling seizes me all over.

I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.

No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.

Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.

Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery

The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.

Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.