The trees gave shade
gave fruit gave rest
to the Queen and her attendants

Songs from the maidens
accompanied the wind
and the sound of the brook

The eldest had been present
at the birth of the Queen
wise was she with women

The time was full
the hour had come
one brought a stick to be bitten

The maids worked as one body
their bodies caring, tender, alert,
and alive they wove with her body’s becoming

The Queen looked upon them
through tears, she saw her maids as
sisters, as Brahma, as Indra

In the weary mother’s arms at last
the maids laid the child to rest
their bodies one and they one with them

Servants of life and motherhood
they gave honor to Vishnu
at the foot of an asoka tree