Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees
I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.
Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
The Moon and Pleiades have set, / Midnight is nigh, / The time is passing, passing, yet / Alone I lie.