A mother died and was laid in the grave
Orphans she left behind
Each morning they came, their hearts so brave
Their mother they hoped to find
The mother's heart ached for her dear little ones
Her soul returned from the sky
And took the form of a small-leaved flower
Covering her mound nearby
In a bundle, I'll tie you up
Decoratively with a ribbon wound
I'll show you the way to distant lands
Where your kin can be found
The children recognized their mother by her scent
They knew her and rejoiced
The simple flower, their comfort and content
They named Mother's Voice
Perhaps a daughter of the mother will be found
To whom your scent will bring delight
Perhaps you'll find a son
Who to you his heart will plight
In a bundle, I'll tie you up
Decoratively with a ribbon wound
I'll show you the way to distant lands
Where your kin can be found
Mother's Voice, beloved land of ours
You, our simple tales
I picked you on an ancient mound
To whom shall I bring these gales