Cabage
Well-Known Member
i will get into it but forgive my translation
this poet guy is about to get married and you know everybody who will get married asks a lot of questions and he will ask anybody he can find about marriage he want to know is it nice and sweet all the time? this what he say
i went to ask an old guy about the married the old guy answered its all luck like a lottery some wins and many others have to lose the old guy tell the poet go ahead and do it dont hesitate if somebody went hunting and he dont aim well he never catch anything you are not first and not the last before you countless people got married
now the poet start thinking that this old guy dont have a well working mind so he say i will ask a youth who just got married and he found a friend who just got married 2 years ago he visit him and asks him he say: describe the marriage life briefly is it paradise or is it hell? the married guy said they lied to me when they say its a golden cage i was living the good life when im single only the fool will tell you jail is nice its priceless to be free when you return home you sleep very well and when you are walking you almost dancing he is crazy who get married and his face to her face till you die watching her like a mirror if every night im watching the moon definitely i will miss the darkness go get married and say RIP to your self nobody with good eyesight fall in big black hole and nobody with good mind touches electricity or put home pet scorpion.
now the poet confused whom he believe and suddenly a lady wearing (burga'a) Arab black thing covering the face and she start to stare him up without taking her eyes of him she asked him whats up whats happening speak up your mind he said i have a problem thats taking all my thoughts i want to get married but im not sure. she told him you need a lady to sit by you every day women are like sweet no man have had enough he told her i afraid to marry a beautiful lady but her mouth stings i am not suicidal to marry a canon she told him are you serious about getting married or just playing open your hart and say what you want i have a wife for you the sugar come out of her eyes a respectful lady even if life hard on you she wont take off a lady that will not cost you much and dont have much needs the poet said can i see her or she wear (burga'a) she told him you need a new glass your glass is cheap the lady im talking about is infront of you and she start to wear off the burga'a to show him her face and the poet saw extremely ugly face he is saying if a donkey see this face he will run away from this ugliness and if my foot didnt help me to run away i will be shitting on my self
this poet guy is about to get married and you know everybody who will get married asks a lot of questions and he will ask anybody he can find about marriage he want to know is it nice and sweet all the time? this what he say
i went to ask an old guy about the married the old guy answered its all luck like a lottery some wins and many others have to lose the old guy tell the poet go ahead and do it dont hesitate if somebody went hunting and he dont aim well he never catch anything you are not first and not the last before you countless people got married
now the poet start thinking that this old guy dont have a well working mind so he say i will ask a youth who just got married and he found a friend who just got married 2 years ago he visit him and asks him he say: describe the marriage life briefly is it paradise or is it hell? the married guy said they lied to me when they say its a golden cage i was living the good life when im single only the fool will tell you jail is nice its priceless to be free when you return home you sleep very well and when you are walking you almost dancing he is crazy who get married and his face to her face till you die watching her like a mirror if every night im watching the moon definitely i will miss the darkness go get married and say RIP to your self nobody with good eyesight fall in big black hole and nobody with good mind touches electricity or put home pet scorpion.
now the poet confused whom he believe and suddenly a lady wearing (burga'a) Arab black thing covering the face and she start to stare him up without taking her eyes of him she asked him whats up whats happening speak up your mind he said i have a problem thats taking all my thoughts i want to get married but im not sure. she told him you need a lady to sit by you every day women are like sweet no man have had enough he told her i afraid to marry a beautiful lady but her mouth stings i am not suicidal to marry a canon she told him are you serious about getting married or just playing open your hart and say what you want i have a wife for you the sugar come out of her eyes a respectful lady even if life hard on you she wont take off a lady that will not cost you much and dont have much needs the poet said can i see her or she wear (burga'a) she told him you need a new glass your glass is cheap the lady im talking about is infront of you and she start to wear off the burga'a to show him her face and the poet saw extremely ugly face he is saying if a donkey see this face he will run away from this ugliness and if my foot didnt help me to run away i will be shitting on my self
