Herkesin gidebileceği bir evi, sığınabileceği bir yuvası var. Benim evim çöllerdir, yurdum çorak topraklar. Kuzey rüzgarı ışığım, yağmurda bir tek paklanırım.
- Everyone has a house to go to, a home where they can find shelter. My house is the desert, my home the barren heath. The north wind is my fire, the rain my only bath.
I silently wept as my daughter's husband rejected her. What would she do now that she was no longer a maiden but also barren?.
The pine barrens are a site lonely enough to suit any hermit.