Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
I would not think to touch the sky with two arms
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!
I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
I do not know what to do, my mind's in two.