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A pair of *pukh* [tassels] hanging from your braids, Inside [they were] white, outside [they were] dark. Your head [dressed with] *surma* [and an] *arakhchi* [skullcap], I hung gold from your ear. I slaughtered the crowing chick, I fed you the *kalaji* [choice titbit]. The chick was worth two *para*s, [Yet] I bought [it] for two gold [coins]. The bachelor lads saw you, [And] were cut off from bread and water. They came and became laborers for us, They picked up and laid out your mattress. You sat, you stood like a *khanum* [lady], Like unto the star and the moon. You wept and said, "Oh, mother!"— A thousand [people] rushed to your call for help. They said, "What kind of voice is that? From that one's voice, I have died."