From the womb of the night
A tiny ray of light was thus born:
Night uncurled the lovely pink fists of Dawn
Read her palm
Whispered to the morning breeze
And made the dew weep.

A star laughed
Moonlight smiled and went tripping away

Turning on her side, weakly
My mother started, then keenly
She gestured?

A flutter of movement, a whisper:
" Oh! Is it a girl?"
Such deep sadness in that voice God!
The very first which wrote itself onto my hearing
In my very first breaths it stirred
The bitter poison of defeat as I heard

"Oh, it`s a girl!"
"A girl!"
"Is this a girl? Pray for her good fortune, then"

It is still carved into my hearing The first prayer of my elders.