a woman's will
so often propense, to move heavens
on Earth.
power and glory so often melt before
the woman.
we men are propense so often to dance
to the magic of woman
shall I hide these verses, beg excuses
to both men and women?
the woman is a magician and born
this way.
and women be gems, whatever, whenever.
the Individual in the women shines
in her own great way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem