00:00Today's poem is on hill women and there is a little bit of it, so I saw this
00:07Some mountain women, unconcerned with their unique beauty, were sitting on rocks and weighing stones.
00:15With a body as soft as kneaded dough, she was weighing stones with a spade and a hammer in her hands.
00:24Many of them were weighing stones by keeping their children in a doko, a big basket tied to their feet.
00:33Some were hitting the ground with spades with great force and some were weighing stones.
00:41All the cream on one side, all the tears, deprivation, torture and deprivation on the other.
00:49She was working hard to weigh stones to feed her family and children.
