استقامت زن

به پای رنج زمانه، زن استوار میماندمیان شعله و توفان، امـیدوار میماند

هزار زخم نهان داشت و دم نزد از دردکه مبادا دل فرزند، بی‌ قرار میماند

تمام روز، نفس در غبار خستگی و غـمولی به خانه رسید و چراغدار میماند

برای لقمهٔ نانی، شکست و خم گردیدولی مقابل نامرد، با وقار میماند

کسی ندیدچه شب‌ها ستاره‌وارگریستکه آسمان دل اهل خانه، تار میماند

زنان، قصیدهٔ صبرند، در کتاب حیاتاگرچه سهم دل‌شان همیشه خارمیماند

نه دست مهر زن از شانه‌های غم افتادنه چشم خستهٔ او از ره انتظار میماند

اگر نبود شکیبایی زنان در فطرتکجای خانه، نشانی ز اعتبار میماند؟

منم ز تیره‌گی روزگار، زخمی دردولی نخواستم این شهر،سوگوارمیماند

ریحانه اندیشمندم، زنی که با همه رنجنوشت تا سخن زن، ماندگار میماند

Through all the hardships life brings, a woman stands strong.Even in the midst of fire and storms, she holds on to hope.

She carries a thousand hidden wounds, yet never speaks of her pain,Afraid that her children might become worried or distressed.

All day long, she struggles through exhaustion and sorrow,Yet when she returns home, she is still the light that keeps it warm.

She bends and breaks herself just to put food on the table,But even when faced with cruelty, she holds on to her dignity.

No one sees the nights she cries, her tears falling like stars,Because she doesn't want darkness to fill the hearts of those at home.

Women are poems of patience, written in the book of life,Even when life gives them nothing but thorns.

Her loving hands never stop carrying the weight of sorrow,And her tired eyes never stop looking ahead, waiting and hoping.

If women were not born with such patience and strength,Where would a home's honor and dignity come from?

I, too, have been wounded by the darkness of these times,But I never wanted my city to remain in mourning.

I am Rayhana Andishmand, a woman who, despite all her suffering,Continues to write so that women's voices will never be forgotten.