In the description of the last kind of madness, which was also said to be the best, we spoke of the affection of love in a figure, into which we introduced a tolerably credible and possibly true though partly erring myth, which was also a hymn in honour of Love, who is your lord and also mine, Phaedrus, and the guardian of fair children, and to him we sung the hymn in measured and solemn strain.
Zeharo konbentziezina ez den hitzaldi bat nahasiz, himno mitiko batez, neurrian eta jaurespenean, Maitasuna ospatu dugu, nire eta zure jauna, Fedro, mutiko ederren zaindaria.