His lady to the marquis says,
'The cock has crowed; 'tis late.
Get up, my lord, and haste to court.
'Tis full; for you they wait.'
She did not hear the cock's shrill sound,
Only the blueflies buzzing round.
Again she wakes him with the words,
'The east, my lord, is bright.
A crowded court your presence seeks;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem