The foreign is alluring, one’s own is reliable…
Temptation caresses all the way to the center of happiness,
Fine if it leaves like a dream by morning,
But what if one cannot get free of it?

It whispers that I am special, —
Let the smerds know who the alpha male is…
The treacherous flees from true good,
Swift and sudden is his end.

I choose with my own serf-girl
To break through together toward the kingdom,
Rather than with another’s rich woman
To shrink into worthless slavery.