Mighty Mother

My dawn, my life, my years;

My expansion, my first grin, my first delight;

My embrace, kissing, my first affection;

All I got in my mother's womb.

Sucking her breast, in her lap;

My first uttering of words, my creeping;

My talk, walk, hawk, joke - all from my mother;

My best self-played in the best cradle of the universe - in her bosom.

All my wishes, breathing, my coloured future;

Rotates about my mother, my best self;

My divine only creator, my pant;

My existence is from her all eternally.

I own my progress, pleasures to her lap,

She sings songs of enchantment, make cheery;

Her company is a treasure of joy and bliss;

Seem, paradise, bliss and blessings rest in her lap.