I have heard that in these days a decrepit aged man <br />Took the fancy in his old head to get a spouse. <br />He married a beauteous little girl, Jewel by name, <br />When he had concealed his casket of jewels from the eyes of men <br />A spectacle took place as is customary in weddings. <br />But in the first onslaught the organ of the sheikh fell asleep. <br />He spanned the bow but hit not the target; it being impossible to sew <br />A tight coarse robe except with a needle of steel. <br />He complained to his friends and showed proofs <br />That his furniture had been utterly destroyed by her impudence. <br />Such fighting and contention arose between man and wife <br />That the affair came before the qazi; and Sa’di said: <br />‘After all this reproach and villainy the fault is not the girl’s. <br />Thou whose hand trembles, how canst thou bore a Jewel?’<br /><br />Saadi Shirazi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ch-06-on-weakness-and-old-age-story-09/
