She is free yet entangles herself, empty yet groans as if carrying a burden. She has sat down in the quarter where the shunned dwell, willingly taking the stocks upon herself in the stocks of low habits, bound by her own nature. Listen, sisters: a truly worthy woman feels no shame before others, for she is content in the high seat of faithful service to her husband. Without speaking she broods in worry, and without being struck she runs away. She does not love her husband's bed but sleeps amid the storms of worldly distraction. She has eyes yet is blind, ears yet is deaf, a tongue yet is mute. Says Tuka, her downfall and her companions have all become one.

She is free, yet she ties herself up. She is empty-handed, yet she groans as if loaded down, though there is no burden on her back. She has gone to sit in the quarter of the outcastes and has put her own feet in the stocks, by her own will. Listen, sister. She feels no shame before other worthy women. The good wife is content; she keeps the high seat and knows how to serve her husband. This one frets without saying a word, and runs off though no one strikes her. She does not love her husband's bed; she sleeps amid the storms of worldly distraction. She has eyes, yet is blind; ears, yet is deaf; a tongue, yet is mute. Tuka says: her ruin and the company she keeps have all become one and the same.