When the roles are played well
The deceived husband is happy,
But in suspicions and sick fantasies
The jealous one withers beside the faithful.

They will not laugh at the cuckold,
And the betrayed will not weep,
Marriages will not fall apart,
All the more in mutual hypocrisies.

As if they even reached the goal
Of always behaving nicely,
But it is in its nature, twist it as you will,
For the awl to come out of the sack.