Panduranga, our fine landlord, gives us a share of the ripe harvest. Seventy percent of the debt remains from the past; only ten has been settled so far. He shows us the pots, vessels, and cattle as assets, while He sits like a lord in the inner room. When I try to argue with Him, He overpowers me and says: you will get your share all at once. Says Tuka, O wife, what can be done? When He will not give, where can it be hidden?