When the maid-servant bringing the message of my dear husband used to fall on my feet and pray, I in my arrogance would not even look at or even speak with her.
My friends used to ever advise me with sweet words but , I used to reply them haughtily and send them away.
Then, when the beloved Lord himself used to come and call me-O darling! 0 dear one! I used to keep silent just to feel important.
And now when I am suffering the pangs of separation of my husband, no one even come to ask me what state I am living in. Standing on my beloved's door I am crying and wailing. (575)