Mother's son was a big day
Many big people by studying
Still the mother's sadness remained
The boy forgot me
Mother, you gave me many labor
No more, now you have a lot of training
How diverse a mother is such a mother
Kollanga is born, the mother's respect is the mother's respect
I can not write in their war
Against mother's negligence and insults
This is just the prayer of the poet
May be the destruction of his death
I love you a lot
I never understood it
This is my big pain in the chest