A woman of India is a hard worker and obedient to various life . Always keep family and harmony of the universe. One of the songs which the women sing as they are carrying the basketfuls of earth or stones at their work; in the original each line consists of two parts, the last words of which sometimes rhyme with each other:
Our mother Nerbudda is very kind; blow, wind, we are hot with labour.
He said to the Maina: Go, carry my message to my love.
The red ants climb up the mango-tree; and the daughter follows her mother’s way.
I have no money to give her even lime and tobacco; I am poor, so how can I tell her of my love.
The boat has gone down on the flood of the Nerbudda; the fisherwoman is weeping for her husband.
She has no bangles on her arm nor necklace on her neck; she has no beauty, but seeks her lovers throughout the village.
Bread from the girdle, curry from the lota; let us go, beloved, the moon is shining.
The leaves of gram have been plucked from the plants; I think much on Dadaria, but she does not come.
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Group of women in Hindustāni dress
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The Goddess Kāli