A Man's Praise Of His Wife Poem by Confucius
A Man's Praise Of His Wife
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.
Superb poem, In thin white silk, with head-dress madder-dyed, Is she, my sole delight, 'foretime my bride
Nice love poem depicting attachment and commitment for wife., surrounded by beauties of motley nature. Thanks for sharing.
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
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11/26/2024 5:25:21 PM # 1.0.0
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.