Mother and lotus

Village fields every lotus season
Mother's shoulder pole is full of season again
Return from the sunny and rainy side
The scent of mother's footsteps filled the yard

Slender silk buds
Lifting up my mother's calloused fingers
Fragrant lotus, fresh lotus
Shining eyes, fragrant smile

Four seasons of mud and straw
Salty sweat makes the rice bowl bitter
The conical hat spins in the storm
Open up and mother welcomes the lotus of life in her hand

Velvet wings sway, incense smoke flies
Mumbling prayers to get drunk on meditation
A life of alum-colored feet
Suddenly heard lotus spreading throughout the Western region

Now the lotus is in full bloom
Where is the field where mother used to pick flowers?
Lotus lit in the middle of the house
I see my mother in the smoke of incense.