I would have ten husbands
One and every each in honor of the other.
Fine men you love women
And so we seeing, healing,
Honor you.

You men of loving, men of teaching
Men of guidance, men of foolery and jesting
You beautiful ones of body
Imagination and Protection.

You bringers and comers
You who return to us ready
You weeping men and those sans weeping, with fury
And cries for yielding healing.

Shouts be to you and wailing.
Moaning be for you and dancing.

Cradling you, we wrap
Weep
And seeing you we smile
Rest we do and
Quicken our step, strengthen our hold
Focus our aim.

Deep voiced you love us
You guide and praise us

We feminine and tender strong.

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