Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.

Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.

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

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

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

I know not what to do, my mind is divided

I do not know what to do, my mind's in two.