As I slept I dreamt of the perfect lady
So in my dream I sat down
And wrote a poem to describe her
For it is only in the words of our dreams
That such a lady can be portrayed
There are no words in the awaken languages
Which can express:
A Beauty, so radiating,
Which fills the senses so nothing else exists.
A Nobility, so pure,
Which one is inspired to become a Saint.
A Love, so strong,
Which everything seems possible.
A Prize, so precious,
Which is worth more than all the world.
After I finished the poem in my dream
I fought against the coming of the dawn
I did not want to lose the dream words
Those perfect words to describe the perfect lady
My only consolation when I reluctantly woke
Was that even though I lost my perfect poem
The perfect lady in which I dreamt
Shares my wedding bed.