Wherever there is the dirt and filth,
I will spring from gun like a bullet;
And land on them with my firing power
And burn them all to ashes and vapor.

This is what my mother has taught;
For nine months I swam in her womb;
First thing, I was cleaned when born;
Have continued the lesson so learnt.

I will clean wherever will be dirt
And filth and garbage and residue;
This will be a tribute to my mother
I shall not allow it to be overdue.

So wherever I see the filth and dirt
I see my mother standing and weeping;
So I spring from gun like the bullet;
And land on them with my firing power.

O, my mother, you will never ever weep.
Wherever shall be dirt, I will sweep.