Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.
The Moon and Pleiades have set, / Midnight is nigh, / The time is passing, passing, yet / Alone I lie.
I know not what to do, my mind is divided