A young bride complains,

To the old one about the unkind groom.

How bitter it is that with this man,

My life shall be spent in sorrow and pain.

Those who share this house with me,

I see none whose hearts are as troubled as mine.

A man and woman are so close,

They seem like two minds with one skin.

In all this time, from my husband, I have not seen,

A smile or joy to lift my spirit and lean.

The old man, with auspicious fortune, heard these words,

A witty man, seasoned with the years of the world.

One answered, sweetly and kindly, with a smile,

If she is beautiful, let her carry the weight with style.

It’s a pity to turn from someone’s face,

For you will never find another in that place.

Why rebel against the one whose head, if raised,

Will draw a pen from your existence, praised?

One day, the heart of a servant burned,

He spoke, selling himself to his master, unearned.

A servant will fall to me from you,

But none will fall to me, as you once knew.