Forever your skies, your air
set my heart in tune
as if it were a flute,
In Spring, Oh mother mine,
the fragrance from
your mango-groves makes me
wild with joy- Ah, what a thrill!
In Autumn, Oh mother mine,
in the full-blossomed paddy fields,
I have seen spread all over - sweet smiles!
Ah, what a beauty, what
shades, what an affection
and what a tenderness!
What a quilt have you spread at the feet of
banyan trees and along the
banks of rivers!
Oh mother mine, words from
your lips are like
Nectar to my ears!
Ah, what a thrill!
If sadness, Oh mother mine,
casts a gloom on your face,
my eyes are filled with tears!
