About the lady who had six young,
Yet she saw the river as her saver.
About her who’s safely settled by her father:
Handed by a protector to a protector,
As is the law of the great culture.
About her who shunned the theory and choose the river,
That beauty who’s a lady lover or protector?
Then her, who’s ridiculed as the mental case
By the lawmaker, another protector.
Yes, the one whose pain tears through my ribs,
And lumps in my throat the unsaid disaster, unpaid labour
About her, I’ve got a voice, a silent mumble…