Who knows a woman but a woman?
For she shares in her pangs
She who knows all her fears
Did she not wear the same shoe?
She is the chosen vessel of life
An ark torn and parted
Her skin has cracked, bones shifted
Just to bring forth sons and daughters
Only she can swell for months
Find joy in anticipation and not burst
She who sobs in pain with joy
And love eternally beyond the flaws
She is a creature that heaven adores
With faith entrusted with life
For she endured with love
And receives with hope
Who knows a woman if not God?
Him she molded with care limb for limb
Fitted her a heart within a heart
So she could embrace with affection
Woman to woman let it be known
Thou art the favoured of the world
The salt that gives flavour to mankind
A human shelter from all weathers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem