A mother behind the deep sea and the ocean,
Walking through the silent world of beauty and heaven,
She knows her path through motion and hurdles,
Never hesitating through the rains and the clouds,
Moving past the shadows and perils of earth.
She stays happy through her deep courage,
Speaking the truth in the heavy, capsized haze,
To clear the darkened clouds of the storm.
She walks along the glowing streams
Beneath the great shades of the banyan tree,
Like the mother of every child on earth,
Her gentle beams free from any force.
What she sees and explores before her
Moves her forward to find pure bliss,
Guided by the prayers she always makes.
She feels deep sorrow and breaks inside
When she hears the cries of a motherless baby.
Her grief knows no bounds,
As her heart yearns to restore the child’s life.
She holds back no tears
When sadness, pain, and death touch her soul,
Hearing the crying voice of a helpless child,
Whose goodness brings strength back to her heart.
