But the village knows

She quarrels with the lonely roads;
She quarrels with the brimming trees.

She quarrels with the silent ponds;
She quarrels with the singing breeze.

She quarrels with the hurtless birds;
She quarrels with the fiercest beasts.

She quarrels with the crowded forests;
She quarrels with the soothing fields.

Each time she has to leave,
She quarrels.

But the village knows;
With tearful eyes,
He waves at her with a smile.