The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.

No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.

Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery

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

In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.

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

The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars