A woman might appear to be beautiful, A visage fair as the full moon, well sculpted in body, Yet her heart can contain fires and eclipses. If a man weds her for her beauty, And cannot see beyond the veil, He is breeding a serpent. A diver in the ocean is in search of priceless pearls, True love is a unique treasure, barter it not for trash. A woman with beauty and a pure heart, An angel in utterances and actions, Is the very peak of virtues, Loftiest in creation's hierarchy, An exhaustless fountain of happiness for her husband, His thirst forever quenched.