When the moon is born in the east, And the white rooftops drift asleep Under the heaped-up light, People leave their shops and march forth in groups To meet the moon...
"I have no power to change you or explain your ways Never believe a man can change a woman Those men are pretenders who think that they created woman from one of their ribs...
The last walls of shame fell, And we rejoiced... And we danced... And we were blessed with the signing of the peace of the cowards... Nothing terrifies us any more. And nothing shames us....