Heavy the young mother's eyes, strength left for only goodbyes
Beloved and Beauty, these twins and our sins, and all else I say will be lies
The years saw them always together, until suitors would come to call
I wrapped a ring on Beloved, my dear, but Beauty found no one at all
Lonesome and given to envy, Beauty found jealous resolve
To tell her sister some fiction of me, some sad deceit I can't recall
Now I would not be contented, to see Beloved leave my side
I sent for Beauty to meet me alone, in this valley I found her to die