When, in the ignorance of youth, I shouted at my mother, she sat hurt in a corner and, weeping, said: 'Have you forgotten your childhood, that you are so harsh?'

How well said an old woman to her son

When she saw him, a panther-thrower and elephant-bodied

If you remembered your childhood

When you were helpless in my arms

You would not have wronged me on this day

That you are a lion-man and I am an old woman.