I Beg You to Accept Her

In all the world there is no one
fit to become her husband;
only you, your body adorned with such marks —
I beg you, in your compassion, to accept her!

She is neither too tall nor too short,
neither too coarse nor too delicate;
in every way she is perfectly formed —
I beg you, in your compassion, to accept her!

In writing, in the art of numbers,
in every skillful craft and technique,
she has mastered every one of them completely —
I beg you, in your compassion, to accept her!

She is well versed in every art of warfare,
skillfully able to settle every dispute and quarrel,
and able to tame even what is hardest to tame —
I beg you, in your compassion, to accept her!

Her body is utterly pure,
and whoever sees it is never wearied of the sight;
she is adorned by her very own merit —
you ought, in your compassion, to accept her!

Whatever affliction any being may have,
she skillfully understands its very arising,
and, matching the medicine to the sickness,
she is able to dissolve every one of them entirely.

Every language and speech of Jambudvīpa, differing in measureless kinds,
down even to the sounds of music and entertainment —
there is not one
she has not mastered completely.

Whatever a woman is able to do,
this daughter knows all of it entirely,
and yet she is without a single fault of womankind —
I beg you, in your compassion, to accept her at once!

She is without jealousy and without stinginess,
without greed and without anger;
her very nature is honest and gentle,
and she is far removed from every coarse and violent evil.

She is reverent toward the venerable,
and serves them without the slightest defiance;
she delights in cultivating every wholesome deed —
in all of this she will accord with you.

If she sees the old or the sick,
the poor or destitute caught in hardship,
with no one to save them and nowhere to turn —
she forever gives rise to great compassion and pity.

She forever contemplates the ultimate truth,
and seeks no joy or benefit for herself;
she wishes only to bring benefit to every being —
and with this she adorns her own mind.

In walking, standing, sitting, and lying down,
in every one of them she is never negligent;
whether speaking or silent,
whoever sees her rejoices.

Though she moves through every place,
her mind is nowhere attached to anything;
when she sees one of merit,
she delights in beholding them, never growing weary.

She honors every good spiritual friend,
and delights in seeing those who have left evil behind;
her mind is never restless or agitated,
and she thinks first, before ever she acts.

Adorned by merit and by wisdom,
she holds not the slightest resentment toward anyone;
foremost among all women,
she is fit to serve you, the prince."