Bon Senior Abn Yachia, Songs of Exile — Sketch of the Game of Chess
“ She girdeth her loins with strength, Her feet abide not in her house, She moveth in all directions, and turneth about her. Her evolutions are wonderful, her ardor untiring. How beautiful are her steps across the plain! And the King, clad in black garments, standeth at the fourth post, which is white, over against the next post, which is black, where standeth his Queen. He draweth nigh unto the thick darkness. His eye is upon her, for he hath married an Ethiopian woman. They shall come out against thee one way, with one movement and one journey. ”
