I am the root
That gave birth to this tree,
Having magnificent trunk, branches, shoot
Making the ground look green.
It has beautiful leaves and colourful
Flowers bloomed and danced with the sun,
The bird chirped and atmosphere was peaceful
The scent of the sweet fruits attracted everyone.
So majestic was my vicinity
I was so pleased,
That son bore by me
Was such a beautiful tree.
I desired its fruit which was praised by everyone
As I was down here,
I requested my son to give me one
I wanted to smell that pear.
My son angrily scolded
That I don’t want to dirty it,
What will you do he said
Giving to you is like throwing sweet fruit in a pit.
I was amazed by this
I who gave him rise,
Cannot give me one, a blessing he missed
I will punish him and watch him fall in front of my eyes.
I shook with all my might
The tree fell,
I smiled and my pain become light
To everyone I tell:
“Never be arrogant
Or you will fall like the tree,
Which once looked magnificent
Making the ground look green.”