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

Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.

I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.

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

Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.

I know not what to do, my mind is divided

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