Mother is here and I am here, there are not worries.
Ma's hands feed and clothe me. She is the one that takes care of me.
After falling into the traps of samsara, I could see only darkness.
Even amidst that darkness Ma spoke to me about the Light, again and again.
When worldly people came to take me down the wrong path again and again...
From that path Ma took me by the hand and rescued me.
Though I forget Ma, She does not forget me.
Where else is there an embodiment of such love?
Ma is mine, and I am Ma's