I won't clasp your broad chest, A common dish for all women's eyes to gorge! When I sulked, he sneezed: hoping I would forget and say 'Bless you'. If I wear a wreath, she cries enraged: 'For which woman's sake is this?' If I say 'I love you more than any one', She frowned asking, 'Than whom, than whom?' The moment I said we won’t part in this life, Her eyes were filled with tears. I remembered you', I said; 'After forgetting?' said she withdrawing herself! She blessed as I sneezed, but soon recalled it crying: 'Thinking whom did you sneeze?' When I suppressed my sneeze, she wept saying, 'Whom are you hiding from me?' If I try making up with her, she would ask enraged, 'Is this how you coax others as well?' If I gaze at her in silence, she would fume and ask, 'Thinking of whom this comparison?'