Fair in form, with painted face,--
"Admit the old man yonder!"
DOST thou believe in God?
To-day I'm rewarded;Rich booty's afforded
Springtime and bliss.May they forerunners proveOf a more perfect love,
Of that sweet dream I sing.
To womanly merit,
Thou nurtures, trainest, and illest the while.
But let us now inside repair,And greet the holy Chapel there!At once the whole seems clear and bright,Each ornament is bathed in light,And fraught with meaning to the sight.God's children! thus your fortune prize,Be edified, and feast your eyes!
Ere long thou held'st me fast,With arms around me cast,
Her charms with equal joy we press'd,Her swelling cheeks anon caress'd,Lured onward by a yearning blest,
THEN when into the room the well-built son made his entry,Straightway with piercing glances the minister eyed him intently,And with carefulness watch'd his looks and the whole of his bearing,With an inquiring eye which easily faces decyphers;Then he smiled, and with cordial words address'd him as follows"How you are changed in appearance, my friend! I never have seen youHalf so lively before; your looks are thoroughly cheerful.You have return'd quite joyous and merry. You've doubtless dividedAll of the presents amongst the poor, their blessings receiving."
The Winter and TimurTo Suleika