Sajni, my dear, such evil now is wrought,
My heavy heart with pain and fear is fraught.
The vicious eat and drink the livelong day
And with their harlots revel night away.
Honour is swallowed up in jaws of earth:
Each day brings some new wickedness to birth.
The Goddess sits unhonoured in her shrine,
Nor to her suppliants shows her power divine.