Like a dew on a leaf,
Like a word on a wall,

My mother hangs in my room!

We do speak
Like the grass to the sky!

Like a lily she smiles
When the breeze of my eyes blow!

In summer of my sufferings
She brings the rain through her eyes!

Seasons come and go!

So blessed!
Spring in full swing here!

Fragrance fills the space
And I, never alone, Rejoice in volumes!