Ana Ma’ Mara Sakit

Am the pasture that the country grazed on,
My pastures are so nutritious that the born
Which misses them dries up.

I am not just a woman,
I am the pillar of the community.
The poles that hold the roofs to the
Wall of a house.

I am not just a woman,
Without me, linages are cut off,
Community existences
Will be no more
If I cease to live.

I am not Mara Sakit,
Spirits know that I am
All they need to be a man.
I am the path of all the weak
And the strong
Why term me ‘Mara Sakit’?