O Mother... the pain of separation continues
It destroys me... My heart is ailing
I live in abandonment, drunk on my tears
The darkness of the night is tormented by wailing
Yes, I long for pure love
I yearn for the joyful smile on your lips
I want your arm to envelop me in tenderness
And the warmth of your bosom to lengthen my slumber
You were life itself to every child
One generation fades away... another arrives
The peoples of the earth have bestowed upon you glory
A mother's likeness, O Mother, is rare
I saw people boast of height
And your height, how the palm trees longed for it
The beloved of flowers, if they were to give it a name
The mother's flower is the world's friend
If I say God... I say My mother
For me, her love is a glorious Lord
And for me, her embrace is the Gardens of Eternity
Why, O Lord, is this separation so long?
Return me... Do not prolong my longing
Beautiful is her nearness to me... beautiful.
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