In ignorance of Lord’s abode

found an alternate in mother’s womb

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The generation to come is only the bounty

of the womb and the breast

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Sanctity of which man has lost

to make it all a play of lust

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One who does not revere the space of his creation

will inevitably lend himself to oblivion

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Within and without there is a woman

the glory of life is hidden in celebrating this woman