The First Night of Marriage... and the Poet

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How can I tell you what happened on the wedding night?

The ghost of poetry was riding high upon my mind!

On one side, poetic verses were being composed,

While on the other side, the bride lay fast asleep.

I was speaking only in the strict meters of poetry,

Stepping a few paces ahead of even my own master.

I got so entangled in fixing a poetic line that dawn broke,

And the darkness vanished away from my eyes.

Getting up from the bed, the bride finally spoke,

"To hell with this poetry of yours!"

"Fa'ilatun... Fa'ilatun... Fa'ilat..."

Chanting this, she kicked me right out of bed!

"The entire night you just kept on composing verses,

And all the desires of my heart washed away in tears!"