I missed a poem yesterday, so here are two: She is one girl, there is no one like her. She is more beautiful than any other. Look, she is like a star goddess arising at the beginning of a happy new year; brilliantly white, bright skinned; with beautiful eyes for looking, with sweet lips for speaking; she has not one phrase too many. With a long neck and white breast, her hair of genuine lapis lazuli; her arm more brilliant than gold; her fingers like lotus flowers, with heavy buttocks and girt waist. Her thighs offer her beauty, with a brisk step she treads on ground. She has captured my heart in her embrace. She makes all men turn their necks to look at her. One looks at her passing by, this one, the unique one. I hear thy voice, O turtle dove- The dawn is all aglow- Weary am I with love, with love, Oh, whither shall I go? Not so, O beauteous bird above, Is joy to be denied.... For I have found my dear, my love; And I am by his side. We wander forth, and hand in hand Through flowery ways we go- I am the fairest in the land, For he has called me so.
