I do not like to enquire about our fate beyond the grave
     Most ready to be angry with those to whom we have been unjust
     Omnipotent God, who had preferred his race above all others
     Pleasant sensation of being a woman, like any other woman
     Precepts and lessons which only a mother can give
     Regard the utterances and mandates of age as wisdom
     Should I be a man, if I forgot vengeance? 
     Then hate came; but it did not last long
     There is no ‘never,’ no surely
     To the mines meant to be doomed to a slow, torturing death
     Voice of the senses, which drew them together, will soon be mute
     What had formerly afforded me pleasure now seemed shallow
     When hate and revenge speak, gratitude shrinks timidly
     Who can prop another’s house when his own is falling
     Woman’s disapproving words were blown away by the wind