Respuesta :
Oh dearest husband, thou hath wounded my soul,
With words so sharp, they pierce like burning coal.
Thy cruel tongue hath spoken of my visage ill,
Yet 'tis thy heart that doth lack beauty still.
Thou claimeth I look not fair this day,
But 'tis thy own reflection that doth betray.
For in thy eyes, I see no love nor grace,
Only vanity and pride upon thy face.
Thou art a man of shallow wit and mind,
To judge me thus, so harsh and unkind.
But know this, husband, my worth is true,
And far exceeds the shallow view of you.
So go thy way and seek thy pleasure vain,
For in my heart, no place for thee shall remain.
Thy words of scorn shall not my spirit break,
For I am strong, and of myself I make.
Thus farewell, husband, go and find thy bliss,
For in my absence, thou shalt surely miss.
But know this truth, as sure as dawn's first light,
Thy words of scorn shall not dim my inner sight.
Answer:A Wife’s Retort to Her Husband’s InsultOh, dearest husband, thou hast spoken ill, To say I lack in beauty on this day. Thy words do pierce my heart with cruel skill, And wound my soul in such a callous way.Doth not the mirror show thee truth be told? My visage fair, though marred by time’s cruel hand, Still shines with grace and charm as days of old, Yet thou, in blindness, fail to understand.Thy eyes, once filled with love and sweet desire, Now see me not as fair, but flawed and plain. Thy words, a dagger thrown into the fire, Consuming love and trust with bitter pain.What folly led thee to such base disdain? To speak so harshly of thy loving wife, Whose beauty doth in constancy remain, Though age may dim the bloom of youthful life.I pray thee, husband, mend thy hurtful ways, And see me not with eyes of cruel scorn. For beauty lies within, beyond mere gaze, In love and kindness, true beauty is born.So think on this before thy tongue doth wag, And wound again with words so sharp and cold. For in thy heart should dwell a gentler flag, To cherish and protect the love we hold.
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