Woman of great insight;
speak words to incite;
Woman of true virtue;
dont despise noble truce.
Eyes peer in the dark;
eyes pierce lame hearts;
Woman of high intellect;
strive to know your divine place.
Let men bow;
let drums be rolled out;
A strange ascension;
engenders strange tensions.
Let her beauty shine;
let her hands tender;
Woman of virtue;
let the seas tremble.
A lonely goal;
yet you stand alone;
Fear the worst;
your ascension is lost.
For there standeth one;
with fierce guns;
to pierce through your thighs;
to scorn your might.
Let your ascension descend;
let your years be laid to rest.
Woman of virtue;
your true place is in refuge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem