She cannot be silenced by his "Shut up you"…
Makes her blood boil into a piping hot stew,
Volcanic lava erupts, begins to spout
Now a dark squealing sow gets out her snout.
"It gets pretty dirty" this defending—honour
Don't be small, listening to others manure.
Don't hide and become non-existent
Sure have an equal say and stay insistent.
"Looks here-I-am, I'll have my very own, say.
Don't you even try quieting me or inveigh-
That, what you've said has more importance
Else, believe me, they'll be holding post-mortems".
Her simmering pot; it's now starting to cool
She cannot stay angry with this grinning fool
It's now her, the-one-saying "Shut up you"…
"Shut up you"… "Shut up you"… ghoul!
In the end, it's all just a hullabaloo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem