WOMEN
Your lives are painful
Although you are beautiful.
You live in a small nest,
Although you are the world's best.
If pain is your godmother,
Trouble is your stepmother.
All of your are sweet-hearted,
Although you are affected.
You love to dance in rain,
Although you are affected.
You love to dance in rain,
Although your wishes go in vain.
You are next to God;
Those who don't understand are mad.
You speak the language called beauty
Without which there is no community.
When, as the first one you are born,
The next one is a question mark.
When, into womanhood you are grown,
You become a lighting spark.
Let not your eyes shed tears of sorrow
Soon will dawn a brighter morrow.
Your abode is transformed into a heaven
Because of your glorious presence O, woman!
