The Moon and Pleiades have set, / Midnight is nigh, / The time is passing, passing, yet / Alone I lie.

I know not what to do, my mind is divided

Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery

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

Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.

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

Whatever one loves most is beautiful.