Tukaram, Poem 3649

Thus did a wife speak out her secret wishes to her spouse:—There is no woman so tormented as I am. I am always attending to your concerns, yet every one despises me. You gather round yourself devouring thieves and spies, while all my children are abused. Your mother burns with hatred against me; I cannot bear her eternal scolding. Your sister is always mischievous and spiteful; how can I have any pleasure in life? Your brother is not straightforward, and never speaks openly to me; whose authority am I to recognize? As long as I am with you, you enjoy some peace; but when I am gone, things won’t look promising. I do violence to my feelings, and stalk about waiting on you; but you don’t feel ashamed yet! Leave your family, and I will manage your concerns; if you don’t, I’ll kill myself! Tuka says, Her spouse was the slave of his lusts, and he acted as she desired.