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!

Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.

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

In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.

I would not think to touch the sky with two arms

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

What cannot be said will be wept.