verimillion is such a costly thing,
you frown at this statement?
Hey you, don’t be!
Now you understand, when our daughter being ushered by you towards the sacred tent called mandapa,
Just the same I never wished her, yet she will standing near the window on a rainy day,
thinking of the love she got in this house and the appreciation she deserved yet never get in that house.
If she choses to live her extended life now,
Doors might be locked when she’ll return in the evening,
even if they are wide open she’ll welcome the accusations of not being a worthy wife!
Strange hmmmm,
Yeah, remember when my father stood at the porch, not welcomed inside for a hot cup of tea, 
instead showered with his daughter’s faults, that day a daughter from behind the locked door cried and prayed not to see her father so often!
Oh, my heart ripped into two; if my daughter has to do the same.
I’m glad my king, my daughter isn’t like me, she ain’t chose a prince like you…