Long winter nights..
Some say that a woman is for play-like
Like a sexy dancer on a green harvest ground
To make her dance with nine-castanets...
Some say she is my spouse..
Some say she is the spiritual debt
That I carry around my neck
Some say; she's the one who leaves my bread,
Some say; she's one who gives my children birth...
She's neither this nor that, not a sexy dancer,
not a spouse, not a debt, none of that!
She is my arms and my legs and my head..
My mother, my wife, my sister, my lover-confidant
She is My Lifelong Bosom Friend...