Without thought, without reason,
 I was married off,
 and the golden years of my girlhood
 cut short by force.
 And for what had I preserved my youth,
 observing life apart,
 from the window, keeping away from the sun
 and nurturing my beauty -
 just so that in the years of marriage
 I might weep and grieve
 without love, without joy -
 to lament and suffer?
 My parents say:
 "You'll get used to it - even like it;
 if you had followed your heart
 you may have found even more sorrow."
 It's fine for them, having already grown old,
 to reason and give advice,
 yet I am young;
 they should not equate our situations.