Love for mother- by Adishankaracharya

             मातृपञ्चकम्   

मुक्तामणि त्वं नयनं ममेति राजेति जीवेति चिर सुत त्वम् । इत्युक्तवत्यास्तव वाचि मातः ददाम्यहं तण्डुलमेव शुष्कम् ॥ १॥

Long live,
Oh, pearl mine,
Oh jewel mine,
Oh my dearest eyes,
Oh mine prince dearest,
And oh my soul of soul,
Sang thou to me,
But in return of that all,
Oh my mother dearest.
I give you but dry rice in your mouth.

अम्बेति तातेति शिवेति तस्मिन् प्रसूतिकाले यदवोच उच्चैः । कृष्णेति गोविन्द हरे मुकुन्द इति जनन्यै अहो रचितोऽयमञ्जलिः ॥ २॥

Oh mother mine,
Crying thou shouted in pain,
During thine hard labour,
“Oh mother, Oh father,
Oh God Shiva,
Oh Lord Krishna,
Oh Lord of all Govinda,
Oh Hari and Oh God Mukunda,”
But in return,
Oh my mother dearest.
I can give you but humble prostrations.

आस्तां तावदियं प्रसूतिसमये दुर्वारशूलव्यथा नैरुच्यं तनुशोषणं मलमयी शय्या च सांवत्सरी ।
एकस्यापि न गर्भभारभरणक्लेशस्य यस्याक्षमः दातुं निष्कृतिमुन्नतोऽपि तनयस्तस्यै जनन्यै नमः|| 3 ||

Oh mother mine,
With clenched teeth bore thou the excruciating pain,
When I was born to you,
Shared thou the bed made dirty by me for an year,
And thine body became thin and painfull,
During those nine months that you bore me,
For all these in return,
Oh mother dearest,
I can never compensate,
Even by my becoming great.

गुरुकुलमुपसृत्य स्वप्नकाले तु दृष्ट्वा यतिसमुचितवेशं प्रारुदो मां त्वमुच्चैः ।
गुरुकुलमथ सर्वं प्रारुदत्ते समक्षं सपदि चरणयोस्ते मातरस्तु प्रणामः ॥ ४॥

Clad in a dress of a sanyasin,
You saw me in my teacher’s school,
In your dream and wept,
And rushed thither,
Smothered, embraced and fondled me, Oh mother mine,
And all the teachers and students wept with you dear,
What could I do,
Except falling at your feet,
And offering my salutations.

न दत्तं मातस्ते मरणसमये तोयमपिवा स्वधा वा नो दत्ता मरणदिवसे श्राद्धविधिना । न जप्त्वा मातस्ते मरणसमये तारकमनुरकाले सम्प्राप्ते मयि कुरु दयां मातुरतुलाम् ॥ ५॥

Neither did I give you water at thine time of death,
Neither did I offer oblations to thee to help thine journey of death,
And neither did I chant the name of Rama in thine ear,
Oh Mother supreme, pardon me for these lapses with compassion,
For I have arrived here late to attend to those.
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