Picking best of Tamil, with which the sun was born
First few drops of snow, that fall in early morn
Loosing nightly sleep by weaving moonlight yarn
I bind a glowing garland, To my lovely Mom!

Of the color borrowed from crawling golden beetle
With the swallow courses down the chin of babies;
And the virgin honey at the humming bird's pastry
I bind a glowing garland, To my lovely Mom!

The dawn shiny rays that reflects silver on lake
Of the light that fills the morning pinky lotus
And, wild bamboo tunes collected in blooming buds
with which I bind a garland, To my lovely Mom!

Of the sandal fragrance and the southern wind's coldness,
The lullaby of black beetle, On the evening lovely garden
And, Of the tunes of the stream where the yellow sky falls
with which I bind the garland, To my lovely Mom!

The magic trails of rainbow, the moon fails to touch though
And, while I try to grab, I got the butterflie's wings
And, by few dews of rain kissing garden purble flowers
With which I bind the best, To my lovely Mom!

By the noisy drops of sounds on foamful tides of shore
Of few drops of calm that last in peaceful mids of sea
And some of stars floating over the sky as well the waves
with which I bind the best, To my lovely Mom!

Of all the best of bests, all over I could see,
Of all the best of bests, all over I could get,
I offered a lovely garland to my lovely Mom
She did accept with a smile, Just a simple smile
Oh my God, That's only the ever best!