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

I would not think to touch the sky with two arms

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

I know not what to do, my mind is divided

Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

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!

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