A wife speaks intimately to her husband: there is no one as miserable as I. Your mind is always absorbed in business; everyone neglects me. You earn, but thieves and pilferers consume it, while my children go hungry. Your mother, that demon, has turned against me; her harsh words are unbearable. My wicked sister-in-law harbors constant malice; in what happiness shall I continue in this household? The brother-in-law speaks nothing straight. Under whose shelter shall I now live? Only in your embrace do I find rest, but then you lose all sense of propriety. I hold my breath and clench my fists in anguish, yet even now you show no shame. Let us separate and set up our own home, or else I will end my life right now. Says Tuka, one who has become a slave to desire speaks his mind and acts accordingly.