Oh Child of my Womb!
Let the pains of labour,
The aches of my back ring the bells of restrain to your swift but slippery feet on the path of fame and ambition.

Oh Child of my womb,
The world around stands still for you,
The mother hen has hatched its egg in maturity,
Let the frail feet develop its strong bones.

Oh Child of my womb!
Be careful to observe the ticking day,
Never be anxious of the passing night;
The time of summer will never run over winter.

Oh child of my womb!
The owner of thy garden
Earnestly wait for thy beautification,
Sending the gardener to till your ground for multiple harvest.
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