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

I know not what to do, my mind is divided

Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees

Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.

Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.

Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.

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