Stay your hand, hold your tongue, oh you wise manFor a woman is your sister, the mother who nursed you at her breast.
Do not make her lip tremble, or cause her to shed a tear,For her bitter tear of pain can overturn a world...
No coal in the brazier burns like the pain within her breastAnd threefold when she is troubled, like oil thrown on the flame.
The priest himself has said, the curse of a guiltless woman,Is doom for anyone, no river can wash it away...
So clamp your teeth upon your tongue, and keep your hand tied fast...
