I am the first and the last. 
I am the honored one and the scorned one. 
I am the whore and the holy one. 
I am the wife and the virgin. 
I am the mother and the daughter. 
I am the members of my mother. 
I am the barren one 
And many are her sons. 
I am she whose wedding is great, 
And I have not taken a husband. 
I am the midwife and she who does not bear. 
I am the solace of my labor pains. 
I am the bride and the bridegroom, 
And it is my husband who begot me. 
I am the mother of my father 
And the sister of my husband 
And he is my offspring. 
I am the slave of him who prepared me. 
I am the ruler of my offspring. 
I am the staff of his power in his youth, 
And he is the rod of my old age. 
And whatever he wills happens to me. 
I am the silence that is incomprehensible 
And the idea whose remembrance is frequent. 
I am the voice whose sound is manifold 
And the word whose appearance is multiple. 
I am the utterance of my name. 
I am knowledge and ignorance. 
I am shame and boldness. 
I am shameless; I am ashamed. 
I am strength and I am fear. 
I am war!...