Long look your weary,
And she learned to simmer.
From the created of your ribs,
How can I not love you?
It is gratifying to be your sister
I bequeathed the ancient destiny,
And I became sly and greedy
And the sweetest thy slave.
But when froze, humble.
On your breast whiter than snow,
As jubilant your wiser
Heart - the sun of my homeland!