I do not know what to do, my mind's in two.
I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
I would not think to touch the sky with two arms