1. I am a woman, my lord
Who learned to wear patience

2. She mends the crack of her notebook
And etches the murmurs of ink

3. The light gleams in her eyes
Her features, a poem of poetry

4. She distributes the wisdom of the saint
In the blindest seasons of oppression

5. She sews the dress of her childhood
And ignites her heart for fate

6. She sees the days as a bird
Dipping in the waters of life

7. I am a woman tortured
By a child's crying in sorrow

8. And the slaughtered dew captivates me
If it passed through my cities

9. And my breath’s rose withers
If my sorrow embraced me

10. I rejoiced; then my time betrayed me
And the specter of love deceived me

11. So I befriended the gloom of skin
And the scourger in my body

12. I am a woman who smells the fragrance
Of her one when they depart

13. She touches his pulse with the soul
Refusing dispute with him

14. She lines her eyebrows so
The full moon is kohl

15. She weaves the dress of her charm
To welcome the hero

16. I am the woman of bitter torment
When I thought it was honey

17. I am the thief who stole
The smile of my bloody dawn

18. And burned what was inside her
It became ashes in front of me

19. And its dispersal in the wind of life
Lost half of my days

20. And embalmed its second half
And clothed it in my pains

21. And misled those who came
To the ceremony of my execution

22. I am a woman seen by people
As the mistress of the gatherings

23. My child the artist exalted
In various meanings

24. So he met my ordeal coincidentally
It tears me and folds me

25. He suffered in the smoke of sorrow
Accompanied my illness, without me

26. And preferred to watch me
While the cup of bitterness quenched me

27.
A woman blamed by daylight

28. Like a child who grew up
She endured her sorrow for a while

29. But did not return or calm down
The good news of joy came

30. But she neither ended nor started
She persisted in her sin

31. And hid in her moan
So she walked like a blind woman

32. Stumbling wherever she stepped
I am a woman hanging

33. As if I am the dress in the hanger
I carried the worries of my homeland

34. How miserable and how difficult
People are confused about my matter

35. For my path is thorny and barren
My mute body is my envelope

36. Walking with my weary heart
Will this remain my fate

37. To disturb me in the widest range?!
I am the woman of virgin poetry

38. Rhyming and rhythmic
I carried poetry in my side

39. Charming and infatuated
So it turned me into the Nile silt

40. Mixed with colors
I coveted all its blackness

41. And spent my life wounded
And nothing but this color

42. Was guaranteed in the colors
I am, my lord, a language

43. Whose silence crept into it
Despite the eloquence of the branches

44. It almost concealed it
So the era’s shears decided

45. To pluck from it
And pleasant talk no longer

46. Saddens and heals it
And whoever time played with it