Dzemtes māte, tu esi izklīduse pa visām dzīslām, pa visu miesu. Sveši ļaudis sanākuši no visām malu malām, – tie tevi pērs, tie tevi graizīs ar asām rīkstēm. Mātīte mīļā, meita saldā, mūc atpakaļ savā vietā! Tinies, vendies zieda ritultiņā, savā mīkstā zieda guļā! Guli kā ziedu kamolītis!
Mother of the womb, you are dispersed in all of the veins, throughout the whole body. Unfamiliar people have come from all around – they will thrash you, they will cut you with sharp switches. Dear Mommy, sweet daughter, run back into your place! Coil and turn into a wheel of flowers, into your soft floral slumber! Sleep like a ball of flowers!
