My mother is the only woman I love
For I knew her before I knew myself
I am not a singer for my voice is coarse
But I don't mind to croak a song
For my dear mother whom I love so much
Whether she laughs at the treble of my voice
Or grins broadly at my flat bulky nose
I don't mind to croak a song
For this woman whom I love so much
If I were a singer my songs will be boring
For never will I sing without singing her name
For she is my mother and I'm her son
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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