1 As from the tree a wreath, have I assumed her fortune and her fame: among her kinsfolk long may she dwell, like a mountain broadly based.

2 O master, let this maiden be surrendered as a wife to thee: bound let her be meanwhile within her mother's, brother's, father's house.

3 Queen of thy race is she, O master: to thee do we deliver her. Long with her kinsfolk may she sit, until her hair be white with age.

4 With the prayer of the sages of old, thus, as sisters pack within a chest, I bind and tie thy fortune up.