Mother, I'll make for thee a hut, a nest of peace,
Where only the happiness will be dominating
Where everyone will be affectionate to others
Where no mists of doubt will be densified
Where one will rely upon another
Where faith will come out to love
And love will reach to perfection.
Mother, let me know how to make thee smile
Let me know the secret of joy and happiness;
If ever I get the chance to touch thy unseen feet,
I must prove myself as thy obedient son.
Mother, let me fly upon the wings that never I had,
Let me seek utmost perfection in works at thy inspiration.
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