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THE HAPPINESS OF WOMANBy Yusra Al-Ayoubi |
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Nostalgic Poems The Happiness of Woman |
THE HAPPINESS OF WOMAN
God burst when He was alone From his fragments Man was born All His creations ًWith the moon and the sun
In the veins of Life, ran His soul I'm a drop of this Great soul From me He procreated, ِِA refined race A Woman, an artist, A bridge to great aims
How many portraits I painted To become effaced For others to be revived With those pale shadows, Life, my mother, was not content Experiments they were to better intent
In my present life lies, An Eternal secret Why I am afraid? Death is not fearful, When I beget a child To surpass me, to carry light, To a better World
The greatest happiness to Woman Is to be the Mother Of man or woman, Attaining heroic advantages, To the Progress of Life
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