Every year on Mother Day,
I have many words to say,
from here Old-Age home where I stay,
to my children who live far, far away,
Hello, my friend, ' long time, no see.'
meeting you here is full of bliss and glee.
Many years had passed since I left.
Many more years had flown very fast since we met.
Once there was a country,
ruled by a king with justice and prosperity.
The queen was such a beauty.
The civilian lived happily.
I am going to tell you a story,
Which is very famous in Myanmar literature history.
Once there was a young man living near a city,
With his widowed mother happily and peacefully.
When we were kids,
in a small village, we lived.
One day there occured a solar eclipse.
There was a traditional belief,