To entertain the thought that my mother is wicked while i am virtues and upright is itself tantamount to a million evil practices,
Can an ear of the kodo plant yield good rice and can a dark bivalve shall produce a pearl,
Not a tinge of blame attaches to anyone even in a dream,
My ill luck is unfathomable like the ocean, in vain did i torment my mother by taunting her without estimating the consequences of my own sins,
May lord bless all
Thanks pl;ease