SHE'S A MOTHER
(A Tribute to the Mothers of my Land)
- Muanniang Tunglut

I call out to the four winds
And the forces that binds;
O tell me the secret
Of a Mother's grit.

Did the Stars imbue her
With sizzling power?
Or fed her
With fiery fire?
In dreams revealed heaven's mystery
Sealed for eternity?

Hark! Do not digress,
She's a tigress
Protecting her own;
She is none like other,
She is a Mother.

Brave Daughters of the Hills!
I hail thy indomitable will!
Our land is sacred,
Our people are blessed,
For thy worthy hands
Had touched and shaped the land.

Crowned with might,
Their steps are steadfast;
They set forth daily,
Never growing weary;
Their spirit is unbroken,
Though their hearts bleed
For a fallen son or husband,
And at the fate of their beloved land.

Hear their cry,
Vales and fields and plains,
It's the voice of the Hills;
Resonate in every hearts,
It's the voice of hope.
Heed their call,
They are the face of the movement
At the need of the moment.

If I were I to bend my knees
Other than to my Maker,
I would do so for the Mothers of my land,
They are none like others.

The Whirlwind holds its peace,
The Pleiades has no clue,
But I do know 'tis love
That is a Mother's grit.

'Tis love
That smites all fear;
'Tis love
That lends her wings;
'Tis love
That in her abounds;
'Tis love
That will see her through.

O Light of Hope, O Divine Light
Cast thy kindly light,
Lest she stumble and fall;
O haste to light her way,
Do this, I pray;
She's none like other,
She's a Mother.