At 10 I planted my first rose...
At 15 I penned my first poem...
At 19 I traded the first scrip in the market...
Love spoke to marriage,
“It is I who come first.”
For which marriage replied,
“It is for me you come.”
...
Woman she is, great woman she is.
Mistress of young,
Companion of middle-aged,
And nurses of old.
...
Great books call on us, to tell,
The reason of all ill fate,
Is only the burning desire.
Now I strongly ask,
...