Even if heaven falls, Mother
Would shield you with her spine,
Or if earth erupts, Mother
Would shelter you in her arms.
To give you birth, Mother
Spared neither womb nor pelvis;
To save you today, Mother
Changed her life for yours.
Doomed and resigned, Mother,
Before she gasped her last
With her indefatigable,
Oh, indomitable will,
Has even defied the whole weight
Of tonnage immeasurable
Under the Himalaya Range
In its mountain-making might.
Too soon for goodbye, Mother
Had to let go her grip
And leave you, helpless and lost,
Calling heaven and earth, calling
—Mother, Mother, Mother,
With no answer from any splinter
Of all the rubble and ruin.
Yet you must, good child,
Despite threat of lesser quakes
And hunger, pain, and dread,
Persist in living on,
Not for your own self only,
But for Dear Mother’s sake,
Just because she has twice
Given you life, which makes
Your own twice as dear. |