Mom 

Running along the paths of life

My mother is worried about her livelihood. 

Praise all that I have done,

My mother did not escape the torment of fate. 

Izma ran after me, 

My mother carried me without letting go. 

If I fall, pick me up, caress me, 

My mother who looked lovingly into my eyes. 

Even if he doesn’t wear it himself, he puts it on me,

My mother is frozen in the bitter cold. 

My child fed me that I ate,

My mother didn’t tell me even though she was hungry.  

Caressing my face 

My mother never tired of stroking my head. 

Sacrifice your life for me 

I don’t know how old you are.