Woman gave birth to men; men gave her to the market place. 

They crushed her whenever they liked and spurned her whenever they wished.

In some places she is weighed in dinars; in some places she is sold in the bazaars;

She is made to dance naked in the courts of debauchees; 

She is an uninspected thing who is distributed among respectable people; 

Woman gave birth to men; men gave her to the marketplace.

Every tyranny is permitted for men; for woman even crying is a crime; 

For men there are a thousand couches; for woman, there is only a funeral pyre;

 Men have a right to every pleasure; for woman, even living is a punishment;

Woman gave birth to men; men gave her to the marketplace.

They trafficked in the breasts which gave them milk; 

They traded on the womb in which their bodies were formed;

They disgraced the body from which they sprang like lotuses;

Woman gave birth to men; men gave her to the marketplace.

Men called man-made customs ‘God’s Command’;

They called the act of a woman throwing herself into the fire a ‘sacrifice’;

In return, for chastity they gave her bread, and that too they called a ‘favor.’

Woman gave birth to men; men gave her to the marketplace.

The world’s every dishonor is nursed in the lap of poverty;

The road which starts at starvation ends in the brothel;

Man’s lust often gives shape to woman’s sin;

Woman gave birth to men; men gave her to the marketplace.

Woman is the destiny of the world, yet bodes ill fortune;

She gives birth to avatars and prophets, yet is called the daughter of Satan;

She is the unlucky mother who lies on her sons’ couch;

Woman gave birth to men; men gave her to the marketplace.

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From: Gātā jāʼe banjārā (The Gypsy Passes by Singing). Dihlī: Panjābī Pustak Bhanḍār, 1964. pp. 44 – 45

Aurat ne janam diyā mardon̲ ko is quoted in full in Urdu Poetry, 1935-1970