One day Maruša opened the Koran: "Tell us now, hodža, tell what is written!' Hodža reads silently, then he speaks loudly: "First page—The hodža is going to marry!
"Willeth so Allah, so willeth hodža—thus on page two! And on page three—Whom will he marry, whom will he marry? Thus on page three—He'll marry the pretty Maruša." J. W. W.
CXV
WOES
Woe to the wolf that eats not flesh, Woe to the knight who drinks not wine, Woe to the maid who counteth love No gift divine.
Woe to legs with a foolish head, And woe to gilt on an unclean bed.
Woe to satin on humped shoulders.
Woe to the gun in a fearsome hand, Woe to the strong in that village where But cowards stand.
Woe to the mother-in-law in the house of her son-in-law.
Woe to the wolf whom the ravens feed, And to the knight who children doth need Him to defend.