Mãe

Mother, you are the counselor of my steps
The most worthy woman of my embraces
The owner of my purest kiss

Mother, you are my pleasure in life or death
For you taught me to have a strong arm
And to build the image of my self

Mother, you have in your hands all virtue
For you gave away your youth
For the pleasure of being called mother
And I, I used all the words I have
But in the greatest sentence I compose for you
There is still something left to say

Mother, you are a goal for poetry
The inspiring muse of a poet
Who discovered the source of love

Mother, in you I see everything that is in me
That's why I tell you that you are finally
The most perfect image of what I am

Mother, you have in your hands a virtue
For you gave away your youth
For the pleasure of being called mother
And I, I used all the words I have
But in the greatest sentence I compose for you
There is still something left to say