If death lure my dear breath with a kiss;
If she drags its beloved soul to its pit,
If it pummels my body along with it;
Then, I'd go quitting future for defeat.
But if someday, I was to embrace life again;
To reign amidst pain, but to all wrongs, right,
If again, I was to experience the walls of earth;
Let me be all but woman.
For I do not wish to be adorned and laced;
With beauty at wits expense,
Nor do I wish to have a lip that runs faster than words could reach;
I do not wish to be bartered for a Thirty Silver piece,
When I sign the dignified treaty that would have me serve till death.
How should I trust the comfort I knew not from birth?
And savour the grip of grith that I'd exchange for each sweat.
I do not wish to have my body fumbled to please flesh;
I had rather will my existence was as true as living not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem