Today, as you're laid down lifeless, 
I realize how much you loved me; 
Ignored how much love I returned, 
But always transferred power
Into me, rejuvenating
My passing days, birth to old age.
I grew old but you never knew it; 
I've been a little child for you; 
Sometimes I wished to lisp and whinge, 
Holding the seams of your apron; 
You were four score and ten but fit
As you a mother's mind kept due.
Though I am aged three score and five, 
You called me ‘child' and prayed for me, 
I wish I were a child, firmly
Hold your hand and walk beside you; 
I miss one to tell I'm lazy
And inquire whether I'm healthy.
In those days of lazy childhood, 
You poured cold water on my face
While I was in sound morning sleep, 
That I could get up and learn fresh; 
You taught me to cultivate land, 
And to cook my delicious food.
You taught me the ways of life tough, 
To win the race and gain the crown; 
Go in peace, my mother, I did
My best to make life a success, 
Be worthy of your sacrifice
That we served the aim of our birth.
I obeyed you reluctantly, 
But they all helped me to survive
In those hard days of making up
Of a man worthy of living; 
Oh! Could again a chance to serve I get
As your son and pay back my duteous debt?                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem