English Rendering
Living under a thatch roof, never wearing fragrant silk,
She longs to arrange a marriage, but how could she dare ?
Who would know her simple face the loveliest of them all
When we choose for worldliness, not for worth ?
Her fingers embroider beyond compare,
But she cannot vie with painted brows;
And year after year she has sewn gold thread
On bridal robes for other girls.
