The Money Prophet

To his devoted beloved he is radiance,

distinguished among the classes,

His head is set of the finest gold;

his locks are tight and wavy,

and his hair black as a raven’s.

His eyes are like egrets

Searching beside streams of water,

his skin is bathed in milk,

His mouth is of the breath of God,

His cheeks are like beds of spices,

mounds of sweet-smelling herbs.

His lips are most sweet,

His hands have the touch of soft lilies,

And dripping liquid myrrh.

His neck is like the tower of Trump,

Lifted in joints of steel;

His arms are rods of iron,

set tight with jewels.

His body is polished ivory,

bedecked with sapphires.

His legs are alabaster columns,

set on bases of granite.

His appearance is like that of the Jesus,

choice as a dogwood tree,

A man clothed in fine tailored linen,

A diamond belt around his waist.