In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
I do not know what to do, my mind's in two.
How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away
Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.