The blind man's wife, a shining star!
Like a non-vanishing light in the darkest infinity,
You guide the blind man to his destiny. Through your words of supreme good,
The unfortunate blind man sees
I give you a bouquet of roses
Blossomed on the grave.
Please praise her pure fragrance,
Just forget the buried grief. Gathered up early in the morning,
To Mother Every time I watch breast feeding,
Can't help smiling. I know I was once
As true, good, and beautiful as