तू होक बड़ा बन जाना

O my beloved son, listen to this story that I will tell you. Hear it in my very own words. You are my little one, my little pet, my child! You are the fruit of that I sought from God. I am your father, I may be unable to entertain you and I may never be able to lift you up with both hands. I can surely be your horse whenever you want without you being hurt. But my son, remember just one thing: let your mother’s heart be always full of your love.

After growing up, be the protector of your mother. Oh, you are such a fortunate blessing to be born in an otherwise unfortunate home.

The strength of your own hands will be your fortune. Hard and earnest work will be your valuables. You can ward off any and every difficulty with both hands.

Never be a barrier to other people’s progress. Look out for everyone. Never go to sleep if your neighbor is awake in distress. It is a blessing to share the grief of others.

May the flowers always bloom at your feet, wherever you may be. May your love and care cause people to unite even when they may have difficulties. May your face always be bright and full of love.