1. If the profligate spendthrift sold his daughters
Your diligence did not patch up my defects

2. I made my daughters slaves in their mansions
And I was not concerned with splendor and beauty

3. And I was not concerned with an empty and cold cloud
Or the long reach of an outstretched rope

4. I saw the near ones respond to my call
My masters, not the strangers who were not loyal

5. And I do not reveal to anyone the pillar of his house
And I leave my house empty out of pride