ಪಾಪಿಗಳಿದ್ದಲ್ಲಿ

  ಪಾಪಿಗಳಿದ್ದಲ್ಲಿ   ರೂಪುಳ್ಳ  ವಸ್ತುವ  ತೋರಬಾರದು.

There is no velvet so soft as a mother’s lap,
No rose as lovely as her smile,
No path so flowery as that imprinted with her footsteps.
Tell us what way would you praise your Mother?