| The burden my mother used to carry is what I carry. Big, big burden of fodder to feed the cows.
Oh God! Am I cursed? The whips my mother used to get is what I get, Whips, whips on my back. I am full of sores.
Oh God! Am I cursed? The place where my mother used to sleep, there I sleep, No shelter, no shade, in rain or in sunshine, My skin is my shelter.
Oh God! Am I cursed? You did not curse me, yet you gave me to man to serve him. Who will rescue me?
Oh God! Am I cursed? There’s some light in the tunnel; I can see KENDAT and Brooke; I can see donkey care club, Act quickly and save me from the cruelty of man. | |