Sing her name to the heaven high,
For a mother like her, sees no eye.
Her back, when I was young, I made a bed,
From her milk I also breastfed.
When I cried, she knew my want,
Even when sick, she knew how to treat.
In the stony dead night, she stood by me,
Gazing at me with eyes heavy.
You I will and always love,
For your part you gave me, is no half,
From what you will eat, greater share I would have,
Even if I wasn't around, you will still reserve.
When I am rejected, you stood by me,
Or thought to be nothing, you encouraged me.
Who in this world can be like you?
I looked around; left and right but non like you.
A wife like her I pray to have,
When it is time to make a choice and complete my life.
She is the greatest woman ever born upon this earth,
Greatest is she and pure heart she hath.
