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!
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Anand Thakur
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!
SAPPHORaise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
SAPPHOHe who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
SAPPHOI would not think to touch the sky with two arms
SAPPHODeath is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
SAPPHOIn gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
SAPPHOI took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
SAPPHOWould Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.
SAPPHOBeauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
SAPPHOFrom all the offspring of the earth and heaven love is the most precious.
SAPPHOYou may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.
SAPPHOLove shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees.
SAPPHOEros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks.
SAPPHOOnce again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
SAPPHOLove, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
SAPPHOThe evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars.
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