In the fashion of fond mothers she soothed him until he began to explain,
آنچنان که مادران مهربان ** نرم کردش تا در آمد در بیان
Saying, “I did not expect this from you—that you would give your daughter to a cross-grained stranger.
که مرا اومید از تو این نبود ** که دهی دختر به بیگانه‌ی عنود
She is my master's child, and I am heart-sick: is it not a shame that she should go elsewhere (as a bride)?”
خواجه‌زاده‌ی ما و ما خسته‌جگر ** حیف نبود که رود جای دگر
The mistress, (impelled) by the anger that rose in her, was about to strike him and hurl him down from the roof,280
خواست آن خاتون ز خشمی که آمدش ** که زند وز بام زیر اندازدش
Saying (to herself), “Who is he, a whoreson Hindú, that he should desire a Khwája's daughter?”
کو که باشد هندوی مادرغری ** که طمع دارد به خواجه دختری
(But) she said, “Patience is best,” and restrained herself; (afterwards) she said to the Khwája, “Listen to this wonderful thing!
گفت صبر اولی بود خود را گرفت ** گفت با خواجه که بشنو این شگفت
Such a wretched slave a traitor! (And) we thought he could be trusted!”
این چنین گراء کی خاین بود ** ما گمان برده که هست او معتمد
How the Khwája bade the girl's mother be patient, saying, “Don't scold the slave: without scolding him I will make him abandon this desire in such a way that neither will the spit be burnt nor the meat be left uncooked.
صبر فرمودن خواجه مادر دختر را کی غلام را زجر مکن من او را بی‌زجر ازین طمع باز آرم کی نه سیخ سوزد نه کباب خام ماند
“Have patience,” said the Khwája: “tell him, ‘We will break off (the match) with him (the prospective bridegroom) and give her to you,’
گفت خواجه صبر کن با او بگو ** که ازو ببریم و بدهیمش به تو
That perchance I may banish this (hope) from his mind: watch and see how I will thwart him.285
تا مگر این از دلش بیرون کنم ** تو تماشا کن که دفعش چون کنم
Gladden his heart and say, ‘Know for sure that our daughter is really your (destined) spouse.
تو دلش خوش کن بگو می‌دان درست ** که حقیقت دختر ما جفت تست