If I would be married.
I would love a man I could trust.
Someone who could bind and heal my wound.
Only if I know what a man wants from a woman.
I am unable to keep genuine friend.
And I fear that a man could keep me as his wife.
What I could give I like to know.
The things I ought to be to keep a home.
I am poor and unlearned.
And this made me ugly and weak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem