Ch 06 On Weakness And Old Age Story 06

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.’