Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.
Builders, raise the ceiling high, Raise the dome into the sky, Hear the wedding song! For the happy groom is near, Tall as Mars, and statelier, Hear the wedding song!