In the garb of a beggar I shall go from place to place.

In begging I shall pass my life; who wilt know me?
I might have brought some money with me, but I was not willing.

I have left my husband--would I take his money?
"Do one thing for me.

Make a million salutations in my name at my husband's feet.

I strove to write to him, but I could not; I could not see to write for tears, the paper was spoilt.