Chinese and Arabian Literature - E. Wilson - The Search For Mecca

BOOK VII
DECADE OF SANG HOO
The Rejoicings of a Bridegroom
With axle creaking, all on fire I went,
To fetch my young and lovely bride.
No thirst or hunger pangs my bosom rent
I only longed to have her by my side.
I feast with her, whose virtue fame had told,
Nor need we friends our rapture to behold.
The long-tailed pheasants surest covert find,
Amid the forest on the plain.
Here from my virtuous bride, of noble mind,
And person tall, I wisdom gain.
I praise her while we feast, and to her say,
" The love I bear you ne'er will know decay.
" Poor we may be ;
spirits and viands fine
My humble means will not afford.
But what we have, we'll taste and not repine;
From us will come no grumbling word.
And though to you no virtue I can add,
Yet we will sing and dance, in spirit glad.
" I oft ascend that lofty ridge with toil.
And hew large branches from the oaks;
Then of their leafy glory them I spoil,
And fagots form with vigorous strokes.
Returning tired, your matchless grace I see.
And my whole soul dissolves in ecstasy.
" To the high hills I looked, and urged each steed
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The great road next was smooth and plain.
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