(551– 479 ( BC) / China)

A Man's Praise Of His Wife - Poem by Confucius

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.

Comments about A Man's Praise Of His Wife by Confucius

  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (1/18/2016 4:40:00 PM)

    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. (Report) Reply

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  • * Sunprincess * (1/18/2016 8:13:00 AM)

    .............a beautiful poem....a husband's praise of his wife ★ (Report) Reply

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (1/18/2016 5:12:00 AM)

    Nice love poem depicting attachment and commitment for wife., surrounded by beauties of motley nature. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 18, 2010

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