A person of intense loyalty,
Who did everything easily,
Whose spent her life to serve,
As to stand up she did not have nerve.
She became the perfect servant,
And never to her anger gave vent,
And did her work well,
Even though she had gone through hell.
She had deep devotion to God,
Even though her life had been bad,
And also showed devotion to her masters,
Even though they used to her sometimes curse.
And thus she lived day after day,
Without having anything to say,
And did not even once bemoan her fate,
Or anyone curse or hate.
She was a very different person,
She did not bemoan her lot,
She did not have a son,
But was content with what she had got.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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