A sacred hand towards the poor, br A golden heart for the invalids, br A heavenly smile for the refugees…. br O Mother, br Who other can be all these? br Your touch on my shoulders br And on my face, br In which heaven br I found myself – my heart- br With the pleasure it filled, br My tiredness swept away and br My anger turned to gratitude…. br To whom? br To my mother, father or God… br I don’t know…I don’t know…. br With you I am now br And I only know that br The scintillating touch br Still on my shoulders! br br Silssa.