The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
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!
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.