A little house with a stable —
There seems no more modest a place.
Pretty girls all around,
But it was there that She was born.

There she lived in hardship’s embrace,
Kind to people, she honored her parents.
Beloved,
While we grew, I longed for you,
Came to your house.

They called me unhappy.
But to the villagers’ surprise
The worst became the best
With the scent of lilac and roses.