But, is it now that life will tear us apart so that you may attain the glory of a man and I the duty of a woman?
Is it for this that the valley swallows the song of the nightingale in its depths, and the wind scatters the petals of the rose, and the feet tread upon the wind cup?
Were all those nights we spent in the moonlight by the jasmine tree, where our souls united, in vain?
Did we fly swiftly toward the stars until our wings tired, and are we descending now into the abyss?
...
Read full text