Ama
Mother mine, I had not hoped to see you again. Let me take dust from your feet.
Rama
Touch me not with impure hands!
Ama
I am as pure as yourself.
Rama
To whom have you surrendered your honour?
Ama
To my husband.
Rama
Husband? A Mussulman the husband of a Brahmin woman?
Ama
I do not merit contempt: I am proud to say I never despised my husband though a Mussulman. If Paradise will reward your devotion to your husband, then the same Paradise waits for your daughter, who has been as true a wife.