Mother soil mother soil mother soil (nelamma nelamma )

. Mother soil mother soil mother soil (nelamma nelamma )

Mother soil mother soil mother soil
Thousands and thousands of salutes to you
A slender sprinkle leaps you delighted
Makes you a mother every year
Make the wind a swing and water the breast milk
Carry that along the plants on either side, throughout and in wings
Young Crops bend down
The elated farmer happily
Lift the crop child on to the wheels
Your motherly tummy explodes

Mother when you are laughing, you are a wet land
If the door of your heart opens
It’s a coal mine
Though your body gets dug out
And your mind shoveled
Your children struggle for food and
It’s the struggle within you
For everyday smooth running
For a long life of a centenary
For your sons roaming in your belly,
You may be circling around the sun temple

The Nile smeared oil to you
The Ganges given you the head bath
Ho yang ho applied sandal wood elegantly
Vibrant flowers in continents
Nightingales and canaries
That silver hill too
Assembled on Your sympathetic heart
The flag
Though you have all these
You can’t see the blood tears of men
And you shiver

My dear mom your soil is gold
That is the vermilion on the forehead
Mother your warmth
A delicious sameness
Never count our faults and bluster
Never leave us
Though we take birth as royal kings or the poor in poverty
You burn the fire of your son’s pyres on your body
Not even gods had a mother like you