In the folly of youth I one day shouted at my mother who then sat down with a grieved heart in a corner and said, weeping: -Hast thou forgotten thy infancy that thou art harsh towards me?-

How sweetly said the old woman to her son
When she saw him overthrow a tiger, and elephant-bodied:
-If thou hadst remembered the time of thy infancy
How helpless thou wast in my arms
Thou would-st this day not have been harsh
For thou art a lion-like man, and I an old woman.-