Will the river shun the waters that rush to her,
for they came through small brooks?
Can a mother be angry, when her child in its playe fall heavily on her?
Can the moon be angry, for the children waved
white chubby hands at him in their mirthful mockery?
Will you be angry Mother,
For I am trying to praise Thee with these pale and dull words?!
The courage given by Rama
made monkeys conquer ‘Lanka’.,
Even parrots can sing timely songs
when properly taught.
When iron pillets can be cooked
with the help of Thy name
Can thy grace be held back Mother,
When thy child cries ‘Mother’?!
Just because elephants come to ‘Manasasarovara”,
are the little swans forever forbidden?
Should none else walk on earth
For they could not walk as graceful as the swan?
Should the sky refrain itself from reflecting in a pond,
for even the vast oceans could not contain its reflection?
Let all place at Thy lotus feet fragrant flowers!
But I have nothing save withered grass to offer Mother!
Won’t Thou accept, Mother!!
Just as in sunlight all clouds do their jobs;
And as all could to slip into the lap of slumber
as the cool breeze soothes them;
And as with the order of the king
the warriors leap on the enemy to conquer,
We will be dancing with joy and mirth
When Thy glance is cast towards us Mother!