Chapter 4 The Love Song

Once upon a time, a poet wrote a love poem, which was beautiful.He copied several copies and distributed them to his friends and acquaintances, both men and women, even to a young woman on the other side of the hill whom he had only met once. A day or two later a letter was sent to him by the young woman.She wrote in the letter: "Let me assure you from the bottom of my heart that I am deeply moved by the love poems you wrote to me. Come now, visit my father and my mother, and we can serve An engagement is arranged." The poet wrote back, in which he said to her: "My friend, this is but a love poem from the poet's heart, sung by every man to every woman."

She wrote to him again, saying: "You hypocrite and liar of words! I shall hate all poets for your sake from this day until the day I die." The Love Song A poet once wrote a love song and it was beautiful. And he made many copies of it, and sent them to his friends and his acquaintances, both men and women, and even to a young woman whom he had met but once, who lived beyond the mountains. And in a day or two a messenger came from the young woman bringing a letter. And in the letter she said, "Let me assure you, I am deeply touched by the love song that you have written to me. Come now, and see my father and my mother, and we shall make arrangements for the betrothal."

And the poet answered the letter, and he said to her, "My friend, it was but a song of love out of a poets heart, sung by every man to every woman." And she wrote again to him saying, "Hypocrite and liar in words! From this day unto my coffin-day I shall hate all poets for your sake."