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:     02, 2007 8:24 am







A young soul in my ageing body plays,

Though times sharp blades my weary visage raze.

Hard biter in a toothless mouth is she,

The will may wane, but she a winner stays.









Spare me to win glorys forbidden prize.

Glory in hardship, sloth in comfort lies.

Emnence is not with cheap comfort bought

Hear the honey gathrers bee-stung cries










No indolent dreaming dawdler am I,

Nor am content, while riches I descry.

Lifes heaving tides of woe shall spare me not,

Unless I, its unblocked courses defy









Softly do town girls their faces adorn.

But Bedu are from garish colours shorn.

Town beauty is with pampered softness sought,

The Bedu are with unsought beauty born.








Grave harm have lovers to themselves done,

Loving, ere understanding life begun,

They, with withered and wasted souls,

After vile, though pretty-faced creatures run.








Beautiful women, as experienced men know,

Are but darkness wrapped in dazzling light aglow.

A life of frivlous youth and worried age,

Its futile course to futile death will flow








When my hands from brimming cups weakly shook,

I awoke, ere sense my wined mind forsook.

Shunning choice wines, as rich as purest gold,

I, of spring showers silvry draught partook.









Secrets I keep no companion can discern.

Nor to it can wine its potent way burn.

Soft women I have for an hour, and then,

Deserts I roam, never more to return







Courage to reason second place must take.

For valour should not balanced judgment shake.

But if both in a hard soul united are,

Then Glorys realms their own demesne shall make









Defiantly live, or in honour die,

Midst slashing blades and banners flapping high

Rage is best dispatched by lances points, and

Spearing spiteful chests shall their spite deny.










Face with cool, carefree calm lifes caretorn climes,

As long as your soul with its body chimes.

Your joys of yore have passed beyond recall,

And sadness can summon not bygone times.








A chargers saddle is an exalted throne.

The best companions are books alone.

Without hardship everyone would prevail,

The generous are poor, and courage kills its own.










Ones ill-conduct brooding mistrust will breed,

For dark thoughts on darker suspicions feed.

Slandring friends with what foes have slandered one,

Thus in black nights of doubt ones life will lead.









Fiery rashness may as valour be seen

And nervous anger may cowardice mean

Arms are carried by people everywhere

But not all claws are lions, nor as keen.








Cowards see vapid impotence as sense,

Such is treacherous villainys defense.

Each of valours divers forms enriches,

But valiant wisdom is of worth immense








Our dead we mourn, though we very well know,

That but Vanity they leave ere they go.

Reflection upon lifes hard course shall teach

Tis one to die as be slain by a foe.








Shoreless you would be of you were a sea.

If rain, earth unable to contain ye,

Country and people of you I could warn

Of that which only Noah could foresee.








Misfortunes arrows do upon me rain.

Countless arrowheads does my heart sustain.

As more shafts at my studded heart fly,

Steel upon Steel shatters the hardy twain.









At times in Bedu tents a home I find,

Often, home is atop the camels hind,

My body a target for the brigands lance,

To scorching heat my aching face unbind.







Though a noble lady and highly born

Tis your unfeminine wisdom we mourn

True spirit is from softer self distilled

As potent wine from sweeter grapes is drawn.
    
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