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!

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

Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.

Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us

I would not think to touch the sky with two arms

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

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