The old one plucks out her own feathers,
To warm and strengthen the nest,
She trades her Name for a pseudonym,
She gives herself away so that the birds may live.

Just imagine lipstick on a beak,
Lacquered claws, a painted crest —
Neatness is pleasant among the people,
Yet maidenhood and marriage have been left behind.

Self-preservation has established itself,
Has gathered quite a few years,
Has laid eggs, has spawned children,
And now the line must be continued.