Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.