You are the affectionate embrace to which we retreat, harboring from the hardships of life. You are the shoulder we cannot do without leaning on, despite its tenderness! You are the crutch we cannot do without relying on, despite its softness! You are the factory of men and the cradle of heroes! You are never a deficient rib, Nor a weak creature deserving of pity. You are half of society, And you are the one who gives birth to and raises the other half. Every man who came into the world Was once a fetus in your womb, eating from your health and well-being. Every king, leader, thinker, wealthy person, or successful person Was once a small piece of flesh in your hands. Every prophet you raised, You made him. And every great person you made. So hold your head high!