This is again a very tentative effort to translate a Punjabi folk song (I have been told that I suck at this and yet I obstinately carry on)…

She who kneads the dough
She who spins the yarn
She who weaves a quilt of dreams for her children
Has wisdom of her own…
Why then, should she shower her son
With all that she has
And gift her daughter
A legacy of misfortune???