Given below is the english translation of the story. In this story Premchand addresses the plight of the Indian poor. Her painful and heart-rending groans shook them both. It was a winter night. Nature seemed to be plunged in silence.
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And from time to time such a heart-rending scream emerged from her lips that they both pressed their hands to their hearts. It was a winter night; everything was drowned in desolation. The whole village had been absorbed into the darkness.
Go on-- see how she is. If Ghisu worked for one day, then he rested for three. Madhav was such a slacker that if he worked for an hour, then he smoked his chilam for an hour. Thus nobody hired them on. If there was even a handful of grain in the house, they both swore off working. It was a village of farmers; for a hard-working man there were fifty jobs.
But people only sent for those two when they were forced to content themselves with getting out of two men the work of one. This was their very nature. Theirs was a strange life. Except for two or three clay pots, they had no goods at all in the house. Covering their nakedness with torn rags, free from the cares of the world, laden with debt-- they suffered abuse, they suffered blows too, but not grief.
They were so poor that without the smallest hope of repayment, people used to lend them something or other. When peas or potatoes were in season, they would dig up peas or potatoes from the fields and roast and eat them, or break off five or ten stalks of sugarcane and suck them at night.
Since this woman had come, she had laid the foundations of civilization in the family. After she came, they both grew even more lazy and indolent; indeed, they even began to swagger a bit.
If someone sent for them to work, then with splendid indifference they demanded double wages. That woman was dying today in childbirth. And these two were perhaps waiting for her to die, so they could sleep in peace. There was never anything in the house, but this is how we managed every time.
Thus while other members of his group became chiefs and headmen of villages, at him the whole village wagged its finger. Pulling out the potatoes, they both began to eat them burning hot. They had eaten nothing since the day before. They were too impatient to wait till the potatoes cooled.
Both burned their tongues repeatedly. But the moment the teeth bit into them, the inner part burned the tongue and throat and roof of the mouth. Rather than keep that ember in the mouth, it was better to send it quickly along inward, where there was plenty of equipment for cooling it down. So they both swallowed very fast, although the attempt brought tears to their eyes. The repletion that had been vouchsafed to him in that feast was a memorable event in his life, and even today its memory was fresh.
Never since then have I had that kind of food, or such a full stomach. As much as they wanted! Chutney, raita, three kinds of green vegetables, a flavorful stew, yoghurt, chutney, sweets. How can I tell you now what relish there was in that feast! There was no limit. Whatever thing you want, just ask! And however much you want, eat! People ate so much, ate so much, that nobody could even drink any water.
And there the servers were-- setting hot, round, sweet-smelling pastries before you! You push away the tray with your hand. And when everybody had wiped their mouths, then everybody got a pan as well.
But how could I be in any shape for a pan? I just staggered off and lay down on my blanket. He had a heart as big as the ocean, that landowner! That was a different time. But when it comes to spending, they think about economy! I was hale and hearty. And Budhiya was still moaning. Flies were buzzing on her face. Her stony eyes had rolled upward. Her whole body was covered with dust. In her stomach, the baby had died. Madhav came running to Ghisu.
Then they both together began loudly lamenting and beating their breasts. When the neighbors heard the weeping and wailing, they came running. And following the ancient custom, they began to console the bereaved.
They had to worry about the shroud, and the wood. Father and son went weeping to the village landlord. He hated the very sight of their faces. A number of times he had beaten them with his own hands-- for theft, or for not coming to work as they had promised. It seems that you no longer want to live in the village. All day she was writhing in pain, Master; we two sat by her bed till midnight.
Whatever medicines we could give her, we did. But she slipped away. Now who but you will take care of her final rites? Whatever money we had at hand was used up on medicines. To whose door should I come except yours? But to show compassion to Ghisu was to try to dye a black blanket. He felt like saying, "Get out of here! You treacherous bastard!
You villain! Willingly or not, he pulled out two rupees and flung them down. When the Landlord Sahib gave two rupees, then how could the village merchants and money-lenders have the nerve to refuse?
One gave two paisas, another gave four paisas. In an hour, Ghisu had collected the sum of five rupees in ready cash. Someone gave grain, someone else gave wood. And in the afternoon Ghisu and Madhav went to the market to get a shroud. The sensitive-hearted women of the village came and looked at the body. They shed a few tears at its helplessness, and went away.
Now we need a shroud. While the body is being carried along, night will come. At night, who sees a shroud? They kept wandering here and there in the market, until eventually evening came.
They looked at various kinds of fabric, they looked at silk and cotton, but nothing suited them. For a little while they both stood there in a state of uncertainty.
And they both sat down on the verandah and [peacefully] began to drink. After all, it would only be burned. Nothing would go with her. What do we have to waste? He said, "She was very good, the poor thing. Even as she died, she gave us a fine meal. There was a shop right next to the wine-house. Madhav ran over and brought everything back on two leaf-plates. The cost was fully one and a half rupees. Only a few paise were left.
They had no fear of being called to account, nor any concern about disgrace. They had passed through these stages of weakness long ago. Do you consider me such a donkey?
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And from time to time such a heart-rending scream emerged from her lips that they both pressed their hands to their hearts. It was a winter night; everything was drowned in desolation. The whole village had been absorbed into the darkness. Go on-- see how she is. If Ghisu worked for one day, then he rested for three. Madhav was such a slacker that if he worked for an hour, then he smoked his chilam for an hour.
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Ghisu is the father and Madhav is the son and both do not want to work. Both just want to relax and rest all the time. And the next morning she died due to the lack of treatment and miserable situation. After the death they have to arrange some money for the funeral but they have not money so they arrange some money by beg to their neighbor. They went to buy a Shroud for her funeral but rather purchasing the shroud they spend the money to drink and eat some pakode and the story ends. He is very lazy, Ghisu like to rest for three days, if he work for one day. He was a unresponsible person who have not care for her daughter in law who was in pain of perganannt.