Mohammed, come back home
The nights are cold
The blankets are deficient
I will be silent when you want
Mohammed, come back home
My limbs will grow
The scars would fade
And I will be beautiful once again
Mohammed, please come back home
My breasts will grow
The hairs will come
And I will be desirable once again
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I would like to translate this poem
Desire is more than physical. A respectful, kind woman is sought after