1. What poetry, what prose can match
The dew that flows in the faithful valley,

2. The dew of the brilliant sun
Whose praise fills the hearts of all beings.

3. Her worth is the highest, unmatched in
Worldly merit or merit of faith.

4. Her all-encompassing generosity, how much
Solace for the wounded, joy for the sorrowful.

5. The afflicted find the truest recompense
In it than any precious or paltry thing.

6. Thus goodness cannot be counted by one
Who counts it - long live the mother of the beneficent!