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Hīc 'nova nupta, iō!' clāmārant laeta iuventae

turba atque aerea tum Sancta Marīa canit

Tum placet hūc nōbīs - foedera firma - redīre

'dēserere est thalamum fās sine amōre meum,'

haec tua tum dicta et potuit convīvium alacre

audīrī procul et carmina canta tibi.

coniunx et celebrat, celebrat iūcunda corōna

quamquam et stant longē, nostra susūrra placent!

Here the happy throng of youth

had shouted 'hurray for the new bride!'

Then Saint Mary sings her songs of bronze.

Then does it please us to return here -

a firm pact - then these were your words:

'It's right to desert my marriage bed

without love as it is.' Then the lively

festivities, and the songs sung for you

could be heard from afar, and your husband

celebrates, and the merry multitude.

And though they stand far off, nonetheless

our whispers please us.