When the bridegroom goes to greet her,
Goes to press on her forehead the golden coin,[[65]]
He finds her as a fragrant branch;
Praise be unto God.
O comrades, when I saw her,
Three silver rings were on her little finger.
Foolish one! did I not tell thee “heed her”?
This good girl bears the key of relief.
THE BRIDE’S GOOD-BYE TO HER FAMILY[[66]]
O mother mine, fill for me my pillows;