The husband's to their old age, In her headdress, and the cross-pins, with their six jewels; Easy and elegant in her movements; [Stately] as a mountain, [majestic]as a river, Well beseeming her pictured robes: [But] with your want of virtue, O lady, What have you to do with these things?
How rich and splendid Is her pheasant-figured robe! Her black hair in masses like clouds, No false locks does she descend to. There are her ear-plugs of jade, Her comb-pin of ivory, And her high forehead, so white. She appears like a visitant from heaven! She appears like a goddess!
How rich and splendid Is her robe of state! It is worn over the finest muslin of dolichos, The more cumbrous and warm garment being removed. Clear are her eyes; fine is her forehead; Full are her temples. Ah! such a woman as this! The beauty of the country!