This husband of mine has entangled me in constant work; has he renounced anything at all? All comforts walk right past our door, yet my humiliation never ends. Whose wife am I supposed to be, dragging along like this? How much more misery must I pull out of this household? He gives nothing; the children will tear everything apart. It would have been better if they had died. He will not let me breathe; the house has been washed clean and there is not even cow dung left for plastering. Says Tuka, the wife grumbles and groans under her burden without ever stopping to think.