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English translation

The master grew weak from delusion and from fear; He leapt up and went dragging the blanket along.

Angry at his wife, whose love for him is slack: "In this state of mine she did not ask or inquire.

She herself never informed me of my own condition; She intends to be rid of the shame of me.

She has grown drunk with her own beauty and display, Unaware that from the roof I fell like a basin."

He came and flung the door open hastily; The children followed after that master.

The wife said: "Is all well? Why did you come early? Lest any harm should befall your noble self."

He said: "Blind one! Look at my color and my condition — Strangers are wailing out of grief for me.

You, inside the house, from spite and hypocrisy, Cannot see my state in its burning."

The wife said: "O master, there is nothing wrong with you; Your delusion and groundless suspicion are empty and meaningless."

He said to her: "O fool, you are still in stubbornness — Do you not see this change and this trembling?

If you have gone blind and deaf, what fault is ours? We are in this pain and in grief and in heat."

She said: "O master, let me bring a mirror, So you may know that I am not at fault."

He said: "Go — neither you approach nor your mirror — You are always in spite and in hatred and in obstinacy.

Spread my sleeping-robe at once, So I may sleep, for my head has grown heavy."

The wife hesitated; the man shouted at her: "O enemy, be quick! You deserve this."