the end to omowarete kara no sugo sa

Here's the English translation of your text, conveying the depth of emotion and admiration for your husband:

This song expresses feelings I usually can't tell my husband. It's, so to speak, "a song of praise for the world's greatest husband, from his biggest fan."

In his twenties, my husband worked at construction sites. He suffered complex fractures in both ankles, undergoing three surgeries (including bone grafts from his pelvis to his ankles). There were many times he couldn't work and we thought, "This is the end." However, during his recovery and rehabilitation, he studied intensely, passing numerous qualification exams, including the national professional engineer exams for mechanical and sanitary engineering. He became able to work without being on-site. He truly showed incredible resilience.

Work progressed smoothly, and the day before a business trip to the Tokyo head office in 1995, our house in Koshien was completely destroyed by the Great Hanshin-Awaji Earthquake. We hit rock bottom again. We were already packed for Tokyo, so we took our suitcases and went there together, where my husband took on a lot of work. He even got to work on the Tokyo Skytree's second observation deck, and we acquired a detached house, reaching new heights. Since we had a mortgage, we lived a modest life, neither drinking alcohol nor smoking, and rarely eating out.

I drove my husband to and from work every day in a kei car (doing some light work myself during that time). One cold winter day, we came home to find only curtains left in the house (we had been robbed). We were devastated. It was December 28th. I even considered driving to Minamiboso and plunging our car into the sea. But we contracted with Secom, and even after 17 call-outs from Secom and the police, we couldn't recover. Still, we wanted to work, to survive.

Every morning, I'd wake up at 5 AM to make lunch, and we'd both work diligently until evening. Yet, we were exploited by burglars, and taxes were high. Time and time again, we'd think, "This is the end," and we were exhausted. Then came the Great East Japan Earthquake in 2011. We thought, "This time, it's really over." But my husband's recovery was incredible. He quietly and diligently handled his work, just like Maomao's adoptive father in "The Apothecary Diaries" (Isn't that cool?). Even when a virus entered his optic nerves and he lost sight in both eyes, he overcame it with immense tenacity. My husband became my hero. No, he has been my hero for half a century. We don't have any savings, though!

After working for many years, he retired at 60, and I thought we'd live on his pension. But then he was invited by a subsidiary to teach young people his skills for 11 years, until he was 71. Just when I thought his salaryman days were finally over, he's now contributing to society as a freelance partner company (an independent contractor). Watching him makes me feel dazzled and ashamed of my own inadequacy. However, I can't stay ashamed, so I wanted to put this into a poem to share this incredible story of the past half-century with as many people as possible. And I thought, no matter how many trials continue, if you just calmly keep doing your daily work, you might find happiness someday.