Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls
for thy neck with my tears of sorrow.
The stars have wrought their anklets of light
to deck thy feet,
but mine will hang upon thy breast.
Wealth and fame come from thee
and it is for thee to give or to withhold them.
But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own,
and when I bring it to thee as my offering
thou rewardest me with thy grace.