Unwavering Bonds: A Tribute to Motherhood and Marriage

I won't ask: who's the most important person,

Your mother or your wife?

Because you are wise,

And I won't put you in a difficult position.

Our mother has given you many things,

More important than mere appearances.

Nine months she endured the hardships of pregnancy,

And beyond that, the days of nurturing.

The gift of birth, can it be estimated?

The virtue of nurture, how can it be counted?

There are things that your mother has bestowed,

Beyond even this universe, my dear.

Who can enter the forest and count the leaves?

Or look at the sky and count the stars?

Only then could one tally up

All the merits your mother has birthed and nurtured.

I've also imagined a couple of times,

What life would be like without you.

Certainly, life would be in disarray

Once lacking the loving wife by my side.

Without you, winter would feel even colder,

The refreshing wind wouldn't herald summer.

My life wouldn't turn a new page

If destiny hadn't allowed us to meet...

Your mother is the shore, and you're the gentle wave,

I'm the boat freely sailing the expanse.

I can wave and play to my heart's content

And when weary, I'll anchor at the shore to rest.