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The Lost Woman
A Poem of Longing and Regret
As your heart wept, the chains swayed
Behind the blouse, its seams flowered
I begged Adam to come from the darkness of ages
And reveal the secrets of humanity’s first pages
Tell me, my son, about the woman who submitted
My rib still yearns for her, it hasn’t acquitted
In this world, there was no one else but me
Yet, with all this, Satan tempted her, and she did flee
Money couldn’t satisfy her, nor could stones pave her way
As she slept on an empty pillow, dreaming of yesterday
Tell me, Adam, where did the neglectful ones go
The ones who left their flock to wander to and fro?
On the earth, when horses race and leap with grace
Who will come out on top and win the race?
Oh, daughters of the sunset, bear witness to what Mustapha said
You are the candles that the wind cannot put out or shed
What use is this world if it is filled with only men
And there isn’t a woman who can light up the nights again?
