It is we sinful women <br />who are not awed by the grandeur of those who wear gowns <br /> <br />who don't sell our lives <br />who don't bow our heads <br />who don't fold our hands together. <br /> <br />It is we sinful women <br />while those who sell the harvests of our bodies <br />become exalted <br />become distinguished <br />become the just princes of the material world. <br /> <br />It is we sinful women <br />who come out raising the banner of truth <br />up against barricades of lies on the highways <br />who find stories of persecution piled on each threshold <br />who find that tongues which could speak have been severed. <br /> <br />It is we sinful women. <br />Now, even if the night gives chase <br />these eyes shall not be put out. <br />For the wall which has been razed <br />don't insist now on raising it again. <br /> <br />It is we sinful women <br />who are not awed by the grandeur of those who wear gowns <br /> <br />who don't sell our bodies <br />who don't bow our heads <br />who don't fold our hands together. <br /> <br />[Translated from urdu to english by Rukhsana Ahmed]<br /><br />Kishwar Naheed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-sinful-women/
