My mother has no language
Besides love.
My mother loves me,
And I have to love all
And give respect to my mother.
My mother always wants
My development in all fields.
So also I support all and cooperate
In the development of all
And give respect to my mother.
The language of my mother
As natural as fresh air
Of the forest and as natural as
Stream water of the hills.
I have to go with nature
And give resepct to my mother.
My mother is here, the earth-mother,
I am on this earth and doing
Everything and in her own language
My mother is nurturing me.
The language is tolerance,
And I am tolerant
And I give respect to my mother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem