A father labors to build an inheritance for his child, drying up his own hands in the effort. He makes the child the sole heir of his estate, carrying him on his hip and shouldering every burden. He adorns the child with ornaments and watches with delight, showing him the great treasure he has stored up. Says Tuka, he will not let anyone else torment his child, for he is generous with his own very life.

A father builds up an inheritance, pulled along by love for his child, drying out his own hands with the work. All at once he made me the sole heir of his estate, carrying me on his hip and taking the load on his shoulder. He puts ornaments on me and looks with delight, and shows me, making much of it, the great treasure he has saved. Tuka says: he will not let anyone else trouble his child, for he is generous with his very own life.