Affectionate Mothers

O thou affectionate mothers Where you were slumbering tired in the mud houses And the darkness, shining by your breath perfume. You who were defeating the fear by conjurations and soothing the pain by chanting. The nightingales hearken to you while Jasmine fall asleep in our dreams Ah _ thou affectionate mothers As if the death straightens up a stone above us! So come! drive the shattered clouds where we sleep Maybe if you were pouring continuously,a sweet rain from your breath, Our dreams will grow greener in the freshness hills