1. A slave girl I have, her story
Brought me a newborn, before a month passed,

2. Though a maiden, a filly, untouched,
This is strange, it tires my mind,

3. Her mother birthed her while pregnant,
How odd, her matter seems obscure,

4. Since her mother discarded her, I took her in,
Held her close, next to my chest,

5. In her gathering is a lack, and distortion the opposite,
It will have fame, but no memory.