She wakes up before the sun-rise,
To make others in the family healthy, wealthy and wise
She goes to bed putting everyone to sleep tight,
But still she is “just” a house-wife.
She is a mother, she is a daughter, and she is wife,
She is the centre of the world of life.
She doesn’t have any holiday or any rewards,
She keeps working without any conditions,
Yet she is “just” a house-wife.
From morning to night, she thinks of her family,
And never thinks of herself
She is like the moon in the sky,
Whose light is faint and cold but clear and soothing
Still she is “just” a house-wife.