Woman, you are the most ruthless being,
Your mere presence tempts him to sin.
You assault his roving eyes,
When on busy streets you casually stride.
Wicked witch, from beneath a veil you arouse his animal instincts
You look seductive, though a baby to your breast clings.
Pity the poor man, as he lies destroyed
His only chance of a noble life-
At the altar of your beauty, he sacrificed.
And here you ask in all innocence,
“What’s my fault? What did I do?”
You are a woman, you should have known
He is a man with no self control.
You shouldn’t have smiled, you shouldn’t have spoken
You shouldn’t have dressed, you shouldn’t have been.
For the sake of his delicate sanity.