I meet my twelve friends in an underground palace, and we dine together at a long table. Then we raise a glass, and we each make a toast to the health of our mothers and fathers.
When I raise my glass, I make a different kind of toast.
A health to my dearest lady.
Long may she live, and well!
But a curse on the cruel mother
That burnt my golden shell!
I have been separated from my lady, and we are both ill and grieving. It is all because of her mother who could not accept me as I am.