For My Mother

ЁЯМ╖ЁЯМ╖ЁЯМ╖ЁЯМ╖ЁЯМ╖

The source of happiness are many,
You can pick up for yourself just any.
But the greatest of all is that pleasure,
Which comes naturally by serving others.

ЁЯМ╕ЁЯМ╕ЁЯМ╕ЁЯМ╕

рдорд╛рдБ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдЖрд╕рдорд╛рди рд╕реЗ рддрд╛рд░реЗ рддреЛрдбрд╝ рдХрд░ рд▓рд╛ рджреВрдБред
рдзрд░рддреА рд╕реЗ рд▓реЗрдХрд░ рдЖрд╕рдорд╛рди рддрдХ рдлреВрд▓реЛрдВ рд╕реЗ рд╕рдЬрд╛ рджреВрдБред
рдорд╛рдБ рдХреЛ рд╣реЛ рдЕрдЧрд░ рд░реЗрдд рдХреЗ рдХрдг рдЬрд┐рддрдиреА рднреА рдкрд░реЗрд╢рд╛рдиреА,
рдЙрдирдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдЦреБрд╢рд┐рдпреЛрдВ рдХрд╛ рдкрд╣рд╛рдбрд╝ рд╣реА рдмрдирд╛ рджреВрдБред

тЭдя╕ПтЭдя╕ПтЭдя╕ПтЭдя╕П

(Translation)

Let me fetch the stars for my mother.
The earth to the sky, let me decorate with flowers.
If my mother has as much trouble as a tiny grain of sand,
Let me make her a mountain of joys.

Published by Sneha

Thinker, Poetess, Instructional Designer

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