He Had Not Dreamt of A Beautiful Wife,
But Got He, But See The Irony of Fate,
I Didn't Inspite of My Earnest Longing
When I compare my ladylove with that of his, think I,
What had I thought about and dreamt of
And what has it come out?
Lo, he had not imagined about a beautiful girl as his love
But instead, see the irony of fate,
Destiny or good luck,
Whatever call you,
Came she a beautiful wife for him!
And see the case of mine, I thought about and dreamt of
A very beautiful and lovely wife
And she came to me not,
Got I a not-so-much fair and fine
And what it troubles me most,
Apart from this, that she quarrels with me all the time.
O God, what to do, what to do, save, save,
Save Mr. Dubey
From his self-centred wife,
Selfish and parochial,
A Delilah of Samson or Lamia of Keats,
Helen of Dr. Faustus,
King Lear's daughter, she is my wife!
Though the other man's love always beautiful,
But instead of this lacuna, I envy his fate
As fate getting a beautiful wife
In her face-cutting not,
But by nature too.
See that blackie, he had not imagined, nor had he dreamt of
And got he a beautiful girl in return,
Excellent, marvellous wife for him
And I instead, traversing the river of the Hell
With my wife
In extreme reprimand, scold and backbiting
And this is what I expect and get from her
And this you may take it as my bouquet and brickbat from her.