Classic of Poetry

Says the wife, ‘It is cock-crow Says the husband, ‘It is grey dawn.’ ‘Rise, Sir, and look at the night,— If the morning star be not shining. Bestir yourself, and move about, To shoot the wild ducks and geese.

‘When your arrows and line have found them, I will dress them fitly for you. When they are dressed, we will drink [together over them], And I will hope to grow old with you. Your lute in your hands Will emit its quiet pleasant tones.

‘When I know those whose acquaintance you wish, I will give them of the ornaments of my girdle. When I know those with whom you are cordial, I will send to them of the ornaments of my girdle. When I know those whom you love, I will repay their friendship from the ornaments of my girdle.’