A robust, fair and modest woman,
A mother of two little children,
Entertained men to her bedroom
With the consent of her husband
To realize building a big house,
With no breach of trust between them.
The house built, she stopped the business.
Thus they have elevated their status.
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very unfortunate poem, indeed. What is the use of having properties and fortunes, when the dignity of the soul and self respect are sold?