I too had a mother
When a King bought me, a slave,
She was given a price, a few coins
She tied them to my apron-strings
When Thou attains motherhood
Even the arch enemies are there
Not to kill, but to swing the cradle
Obscure lies the green pond
Slime coated dark.
Like a place in ruin tragic
Under the moss of sad neglect.
No debt bothers me now
No balance left for
Tomorrow's shopping either
The thief will sneer at me
Who in the last season had sown
The Aryan seeds in this field with love?
When the hot sun of March burned
Rain - fire above, red embers below,
'Everything is fate'
That was father's faith;
He had nothing to do but wait.