Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
I know not what to do, my mind is divided
I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.