Why is your body so tall,Breasts lifted and proud.Why is your hair so golden,A beauty beyond words.
Keep your head bowed, girl,Even if you are a star.Beauty is just appearance,The mind is the green forest.
The pine tree is straight too,And full of greenery.But as wood it isn't sold dear,For it won't even make a whistle.
Just look at the olive tree's body,It is as crooked as can be.But from the grandfather to the son,Everyone bows down to it...
As the wise man once said,The woodcutter, father of the forest.The tree that bears no fruit,Is condemned to the fire!..
