1. The nights have passed taking a piece of me, yet I did not complain
Nor did my garment become stained, I value my honor

2. And calamities befall me, while others sell their honor cheap
Ulya knew my nobility, that I aspire

3. To what adorns the most honorable, protecting my face
When fate frowns, gloomy and downcast

4. My back bears the burdens of misery, my stomach
Empty of the provisions of the vile, only a shirt