I saw my mother,
Cares a lot
Gave food, in my mouth
Holding a stone in her stomach.
Hoping for two cups of rice twice a day,
My mother cooked,
How many people's homes.
Someone calls mother Bua, again
Someone is mad, I remember now
My mother's hard work.
In the evening my mother,
Back to her home,
I could see then,
On the plate in mother's hand.
My mother takes care of me,
He put food in my mouth,
I would eat that food
Absolute satisfaction, happiness.