My heart is rendered
When I find your body
with bloods and wounds,
When it lies like orphans after an encounter.

I cut my flesh,
give my blood,
to nourish your body
How can I tolerate, you tell!

For your strength and vitality,
I cut my meal,
I pray and cry before God,
for your well being.

And my motherhood
dies every moment,
when you step towards worst path.

I can’t curse you,
I can’t tolerate you,
Your destruction has made me only a living corpse.