Like medicine in pain,
Like cool water in thirst
And like pleasure in gain,
Mother, you were to me,
Though I could not at first
Realize it. Now I see
My earth without you hell;
Sorrow rings here like bell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly, mother is a fountain of true love. Loved reading the poem.
True. There is none like mother. Thanks.