O [You who are] like a long sugarcane from the press, tālō!
O [You] with long, lotus eyes, tālō! O [You] of a hue similar to the ocean water, tālō!
O [You who are] like an elphant calf, tālō! O my Son with long, unguent[-perfumed] curling hair,
tālō!
[I] have become the lowest among mothers,
not having had the good karma to sing a lullaby to You,
saying [this]