~A Wife Consoled by Her Husband’s Arrival~
Cold is the wind, fast falls the rain,
The cock aye shrilly crows.
But I have seen my lord again;—
Now must my heart repose.
Whistles the wind, patters the rain,
The cock’s crow far resounds.
But I have seen my lord again,
And healed are my heart’s wounds.
All’s dark amid the wind and rain,
Ceaseless the cock’s clear voice!
But I have seen my lord again;—
Should not my heart rejoice?
~In Praise of Some Lady~
There by his side in chariot rideth she,
As lovely flower of the hibiscus tree,
So fair her face; and when about they wheel,
Her girdle gems of Ken themselves reveal.
For beauty all the House of Këang have fame;
Its eldest daughter—she beseems her name.
There on the path, close by him, walketh she,
Bright as the blossom of hibiscus tree,
And fair her face; and when around they flit,
Her girdle gems a tinkling sound emit.
Among the Keang she has distinguished place,
For virtuous fame renowned, and peerless grace.