You brought happiness along, Silently absorbed sadness and made me strong; You added me to multiply when you are gone, This bundle of happiness – our son.
All riches – makes no sense, Food and honey – lacks judiciousness, Time heals – makes no sense, Aging maturity – makes no sense, Baby – my child let’s dance in the rain, Every breadth is now for you in this chain.
Can I meet you by the heaven’s gate? Escort me to the judgment and my fate.
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