My path forth from the east gate lay,
Where cloud-like moved the girls at play.
Numerous are they, as clouds so bright,
But not on them my heart's thoughts light.
Dressed in a thin white silk, with coiffure gray
Is she, my wife, my joy in life's low way.
Forth by the covering wall's high tower,
I went, and saw, like rush in flower,
Each flaunting girl. Brilliant are they,
But not with them my heart's thoughts stay.
In thin white silk, with head-dress madder-dyed,
Is she, my sole delight, 'foretime my bride.
Indeed, this piece is pretty. It depicts a man who extols his wife like there had been none of her sort even amidst other options.
.............a beautiful poem....a husband's praise of his wife ★
Nice love poem depicting attachment and commitment for wife., surrounded by beauties of motley nature. Thanks for sharing.
Superb poem, In thin white silk, with head-dress madder-dyed, Is she, my sole delight, 'foretime my bride
Great ink. Love the lines as they are dipped in pure and sublime love. A beauty indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so endearing- -a man who still holds his wife nearest his heart- favoring her above all those young things flirting about. This is a love above all loves- and this man ia a man above all men.