From your dust, I took my birth,
In your embrace, I knew the earth.
You, my honor, land of grace,
For your pride, I find my place.
No sorrow shall your garment stain,
Laughter, a carpet, I'll sustain.
A kohl's mark upon your brow,
To ward off ill, I vow somehow.
From your gaze, I'll take away the pain.
I bow to you, Mother.
I bow to you, Mother. Oh, Mother.
I bow to you, Mother.
I bow to you, Mother. Oh, Mother.
I bow to you, Mother.
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