Wipe off the angry tears mocking your beauty.
Shake off the sticky stings of pain that enslaves your joy.
Adufe,
The darkened smile on your lip tells all.
The darkest tales your tongue refused to share.
Adufe,
Might I travel with you to the rosy land of memory,
When death played hide and seek with your fruits.
But now,
Adufe,
Is certainly not a time to crown lamentations,
But to accredit the joy of motherhood
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