Love washes all pain

I love,

My hands, shoulders, all parts of my body,

Because I work using my body, 

I love my soil,

Because I toil for harvesting grain, 

Out of the soil.

I love my mother,

Who is the strength of mine 

And our family,

As she is my fruitful tree,

Fed me with the sweetest fruit,

Rooted me so strong,

That no one can dare to harm me,

And 

Is the pillar of our family,

Is the symbol of unity, faith, and discipline. 

Facing the hardships gave me 

Shade and shelter,

She is of purity and the symbol of nature.

Love to my wife is a river,

It washes all my pain,

I hold her until I feel warmth again,

Her smile makes me joyful,

Her presence makes me feel alive,

The sweet sensations that I see in her.