گفت خاتون را شبی شوهر که تو ** باز پرسش در خلا از حال او

One night the husband said to his wife, “Ask him privately what is the matter with him.

تو به جای مادری او را بود ** که غم خود پیش تو پیدا کند

You are in the place of a mother to him: maybe he will disclose his trouble to you.”

چونک خاتون در گوش این کلام ** روز دیگر رفت نزدیک غلام 275

When the mistress heard these words, next day she went to the slave.

پس سرش را شانه می‌کرد آن ستی ** با دو صد مهر و دلال و آشتی

Then the dame combed his head very fondly with many endearments and signs of friendliness.

آنچنان که مادران مهربان ** نرم کردش تا در آمد در بیان

In the fashion of fond mothers she soothed him until he began to explain,

که مرا اومید از تو این نبود ** که دهی دختر به بیگانه‌ی عنود

Saying, “I did not expect this from you—that you would give your daughter to a cross-grained stranger.

خواجه‌زاده‌ی ما و ما خسته‌جگر ** حیف نبود که رود جای دگر

She is my master's child, and I am heart-sick: is it not a shame that she should go elsewhere (as a bride)?”

خواست آن خاتون ز خشمی که آمدش ** که زند وز بام زیر اندازدش 280

The mistress, (impelled) by the anger that rose in her, was about to strike him and hurl him down from the roof,

کو که باشد هندوی مادرغری ** که طمع دارد به خواجه دختری

Saying (to herself), “Who is he, a whoreson Hindú, that he should desire a Khwája's daughter?”

گفت صبر اولی بود خود را گرفت ** گفت با خواجه که بشنو این شگفت

(But) she said, “Patience is best,” and restrained herself; (afterwards) she said to the Khwája, “Listen to this wonderful thing!