She is just like others,
She is a mother,
"A mother for sale"—
That's what makes her daughter pale.
This fact could have been kept hidden,
But no, the mother didn’t do so.
Thinking that the daughter would understand,
One day, she disclosed her life.
With a heavy voice,
To her daughter, she said:
"Baby, I am a streetwalker;
I sell my body every night to feed us."
I walk on lonely streets at midnight,
Just so I catch a stranger’s look,
And for the sake of money,
I go wherever the stranger takes me.
To her dismay, the daughter didn’t understand.
From that day, the daughter was shy—
Hesitant to introduce her mother to the world,
A world she sees because of the same mother.
Just because she is a strumpet,
Shouldn’t she be justified?
The world was much too pure and sophisticated for the girl
In front of her mother’s truth.
The so-called "slut" mother gave her child everything—
Even education.
But what did she get in return?
Slurs, hatred, disrespect.
What was the poor lady supposed to do?
How was she to survive?
An unmarried mother,
Fighting every second for two lives.
A mother can do anything for her children—
That’s what she did.
Without a second thought, she walked,
Walked a dirty road so the child wouldn’t starve.
To all such brave mothers, I salute,
And pity all such children, especially daughters,
Who cannot understand a woman—a mother.
But they will, when they become mothers themselves.
Yes, she is like others;
She is a mother—
A mother for sale.
And for leaving her mother all alone,
In the exam of life, the daughter fails!
