To take care of thy very heart how difficult it is!
yet twist-and-thrust thy heart seems for a bond.
To be bonded to a woman thy empty belly rumbles after.
Why must thou be married when to thyself thou cared nay for?
Even to feed thy crying tummy -a nightmare it is.
still thy eyes roll after marriage as if thou art b'n cursed.
Has living in marriage-bond become a must for thee
when thou can neither cook nor foot a single bill unaided?
And there thou chase after a union as if fire is caged in thy bones.
marry, marry, marry is a fulfilment not!
why not be true to thyself and let thy eyes see thy true heart?
Then can thou be bonded (first) to thyself and (second) by a lover.
For in haste thou possess not thy soul -but
In waiting eggs are hatched!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem