(Sung by Women)

The new leaves on the trees are fresh and tender,

but the teak leaves still have not fallen.

You don’t seem in a rush to get a wife.

When will we finally get married?

There is not enough time left this year,

But there is always next year.

If we don’t manage to get married next year,

Then I will surely die.

When I am dead and gone,

Another will become your wife.