Not loved? A creator; not created, forsooth.[293]
The husband, now, contrition felt for what he’d said,
As sinner, at death’s door, repents of evil deed.
Thought he: “I have assailed the life of my life’s life;
I’ve plagued and broke the heart of my dear darling wife!”195
When God decrees an ill, man’s judgment falls asleep.
And perspicacity knows not which way to leap.
The doom of ill struck home, man straight feels deep regret;
Propriety outraged, he turns to mourn and fret.
Addressing, then, his wife, he said: “My shame is great!