Loving mother sings,
Her child smiles and swings
In the great cradle,
It's a delightful scene,
Everybody sees it with great joy and pleasure,
The heinous bee fears to enter this holy domain and sting them;
He is really frightened,
See him,
He flees and flees,
As he is definitely afraid of the holiness and strength of the divine realm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem