1. I gifted her a single earring,
And threw for her a sister, but it did not coincide,

2. Whoever saw it with us says,
"It is nothing but theft!"

3. She said, and she introduced my poem with it,
A speech full of resentment and suppressed anger,

4. And she rejected what should be rejected,
Of the loss of the crimson among the rags,

5. And she mentioned a sister she had with you,
Who was with her together in a pair,

6. Woe to those who separated us,
And it was not right that we be parted.