Unconquered hope in evil times
Is a virtuous wife to her husband
6.
The stars shine little in life
Little the songs, the flowering roses
More the clouds, and sorrowful shadows
More the pain of a storm of tears
Well, for you, lady, I sincerely wish
To send a wreath of flowers as an offering
May in your life much flowering
Sow happiness under your feet
May your life be may time
Eternal spring, lasting paradise
An
Old Man’s Logic
A certain father, a man of consequence
With a bald head and a grey chin
Wanted to marry off his son
But he was [too] young for marriage
Someone called to his attention
From amidst the crowd of his acquaintances
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