The mother seeks her children's good; such is
the true nature of sympathy, it loves with-
out an eye to gain. The mother bears her child
in her womb and suffers all its disorders. Tuka says,
Even so you have to carry me, O saints.
the true nature of sympathy, it loves with-
out an eye to gain. The mother bears her child
in her womb and suffers all its disorders. Tuka says,
Even so you have to carry me, O saints.