There are downs in his hug
That fan out all temporal afflictions.
While the six passions subside,
Reassurance rules the roost.
Many a time
My heart-breaks ran down his falcate neck,
And on his prickly little bony chest
My cheeks washed their wounds.
Like a woe-less plain unfolding
In a vacuous world, all of a sudden
There hid in his little hands
A fears-less plain one stumbles upon nowhere.
Can anybody love me as hearty and pure?
Or, having been born my babe,
Makes me a babe, in turn, other than him?
Assuaging my life’s angst,
Clearing my dreamy hours
And sweeping aside, with a turn of his hand
My shattered moments of grief
Can anybody bring the light of happiness to my eyes,
Other than him?
In his embrace there is
An endless expanse of enduring maternity.
Did anybody hug me like that ever before?
Did anybody run his hand over my head
Draining off my pangs and pains?
Did anybody dry my eyes
Becoming a father and mother same time?
Assigning his five years to his mom
And growing to a love-incarnate
From his broke-mother’s agonies,
He dresses her wounds with his caressing kisses.
As though to garland me with his heart
He runs into my hands, hugs me,
Draws my head unto him,
And resurrects me from anguish time and again.
Yes!
There are stately steps of assured peace in his hug
Enough to crown me for a thousand lives.

Telugu Original: K. Geeta