The sparrow smiles when it sees the nest of the weaver bird
Turn around and just look towards the blue sky.

Say again, “open below!”- what a home it is!
Full of rice-straw and muddy all around.

Where I live in the building, how beautiful it is
But you have to work hard and have no time to breath.

Weaver says, “be it raw, be it ripe, make your home pure
Tightly made with straw and mud, keep it neat.

I am happy with what I have, brother
There is no pride in seeing other people's things”.