My wife is joyful,
she is covered with dawns early morning sunlight.
Her body,
his face and limbs are without shadow and smooth.
Does not disobey the kind voice of his/her both others,
Is energetic
and makes of their, affairs like your life to prosper.
And as it is,
are not the cloud tops loving, gentle and lively.
She is of the lamb,
good cream and sweet butter flow forth
from her/his from whence is her, 'dear' other.
I shall give you another thought about my other:
After you,
have broken off from this, thine own warm bread.
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