When he was sunk in sleep, to strip him we would strive.”
Such grumblings, and as follows, going on all day,
She made her husband wish her fifty miles away:
“Unbroken destitution’s brought us both to straits.
My heart burns for our sorrows; hope’s gleam ne’er awaits.15
How long are we to suffer torture such as this?
With hunger’s agony, like coals of fire we hiss.
Should any stranger guest come unexpectedly,
What shame we’d feel him to receive dejectedly.
If any visitor should pass our way this eve,