The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.