A Mother’s Tears and Triumphs
~ Gurumayi Chidvilasananda
A Mother’s Tears and Triumphs
~ Gurumayi Chidvilasananda
माँ के आँसू और उसकी उपलब्धियाँ
~ गुरुमाई चिद्विलासानन्द
एका आईचे अश्रू आणि तिची सार्थकता
~ गुरुमाई चिद्विलासानंद
માતાનાં આંસુ અને તેમની ઉપલબ્ધિઓ
~ ગુરુમાઈ ચિદ્વિલાસાનંદ
Lágrimas y triunfos de una madre
~ Gurumayi Chidvilasananda
Lágrimas e Triunfos de uma Mãe
~ Gurumayi Chidvilasananda
Larmes et triomphes d’une mère
~ Gurumayi Chidvilasananda
Tränen und Triumphe einer Mutter
~ Gurumayi Chidvilasananda
Lacrime e trionfi di una madre
~ Gurumayi Chidvilasananda
母の涙と偉業
~ グルマーイ・チッドヴィラーサーナンダ
母親的淚水與欣榮
~ 古魯瑪義捷維拉薩南達
Łzy i Triumfy Matki
~ Gurumayi Chidvilasananda

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This poem is especially for mothers, but I see it also as inspiring everyone to strive for virtues, to contribute even “pebbles” to improve the world, to envision paradise, to have great hope, and to continue their sadhana with this elevated spirit. My own prayer now is that Gurumayi’s vision be manifested.
Hindelang, Germany
In this beautiful poem, it seems that Gurumayi has given my heart the prayer it has been searching for in order to really honor the universal mother, as well as my own motherhood. "Today and every day I offer my thankfulness to you, Maa—you who are worthy of this benevolent and most powerful title." Repeating this refrain, I often experience that I am able to merge into Gurumayi’s own heart. I feel her great love and protection, and in turn connect with my own love. I understand that this love is a form of our own beloved Maa, the mother goddess.
Washington, United States
When I spoke with my mom on Mother’s Day, I shared with her that I now understand that her love and vision for me are as powerful and deep as my love for her. In allowing myself to let in her love, I can see the truth of who my mother really is and let go of the past.
I am grateful for the guidance and inspiration in Gurumayi’s poem! It has given me the strength to shift my perspective and enter a new phase in my relationship with my mother—one in which we enjoy and appreciate each other.
Nelson, Canada
Then, several years ago, on the night of my birthday, I had a vivid dream. In it, I saw my mother on her deathbed, dressed in white, eyes closed; Gurumayi was by her side.
The dream soothed and healed my broken heart. I realized that I may have not been able to be with my mother when she passed, but Gurumayi was, and she helped my mother in that crucial moment. I painted the image from the dream, and I keep the painting on my puja. It brings me solace.
Québec, Canada
When I read Gurumayi’s praise of those who have given birth and also “anyone who has adopted another for any reason,” my heart melted into a pool of love.
New Mexico, United States
As we celebrate Mother’s Day in our own families and friendship circles, I was very moved by all the ways I felt Gurumayi’s poem acknowledges and honors mothers around the world who are facing enormous challenges right now in trying to help their families just to survive. On the one hand, phrases in the poem evoke the suffering and dangers a mother faces in conflict zones, and show how a mother will give her all to protect her children “even if her own life is in danger of annihilation” and “even as their own world turns topsy-turvy.”
On the other hand, I see touches of great tenderness throughout the poem, including the gratitude and admiration that Gurumayi affirms again and again in the refrain addressed to Maa, and especially in the final image of a heart formed by blue-and-yellow flowers, which I recently learned are the flowers called “forget-me-not” in English. What a fitting conclusion to this paean to mothers all across the world—and the centuries!
Connecticut, United States
Listening to Gurumayi describe motherhood also opens my perspective to experience such sweet gratitude for the qualities of the mother within myself. What a marvel! I feel tears of gratitude to my own mother and to all those who have nurtured me like a mother.
I celebrate Gurumayi, who has inspired me to go inside and find there the nurturing qualities of the mother, and who has nurtured and protected my heart.
South Melbourne, Australia
My heart is filled with gratitude for Gurumayi’s love and spiritual direction.
Pennsylvania, United States
While visiting with a friend one summer, whose young son I had happily befriended, I told her, “I don’t understand why God hasn’t given me children of my own, since I love children so much.” To my astonishment, she just laughed and replied, “You were probably the mother of ten children in a past lifetime, and God just decided to give you a rest.”
Her creative response transformed my sense of deprivation into feelings of gratitude and acceptance, and gave me a perspective suggesting I hadn’t missed out on motherhood after all!
Illinois, United States
I take refuge in Gurumayi’s infinite grace and compassion. I find in her such a great consolation!
Milan, Italy
When I was a child, my mother had a serious health issue. She had to leave our family home and stay in the hospital for many days. During her absence, I felt lost and desperate. Nevertheless, this dramatic experience changed my attachment to my mother by opening me to the greatness of the universal Mother. In my lifetime, I have found a mother’s love in nature, in teachers, in other benevolent people, and—at the summit of this exploration—in the Guru.
Rodez, France
For me, this poem pulsates with dharma in every syllable. After listening to this sacred poem, I felt very protected, like a child who has just received a really tight hug as a symbol of safety and pure love.
This poem inspired me to renew my commitment to show my love and care for my own mother, and to convey my deep gratitude to her for teaching me about the power of bhakti, devotion.
The Houghton, South Africa
I also gave her the greatest gift: I introduced my mom to the Guru and the Siddha Yoga path, and she became the most devoted gopi. We offered lots of seva together, attended many Siddha Yoga satsangs together, and spent time together at Shree Muktananda Ashram. I am most blessed and fortunate.
Willemstad, Curaçao
Our teenage daughter has just left home for her higher education. My wife and I connect with her every day. The motherly love which Gurumayi describes in her poem is just what I see transpire every day between my daughter and her mother. Gurumayi’s vivid language helps me to understand their sacred relationship and what a mother truly holds in her heart.
When I read Gurumayi’s words, “With great courage and faith / a mother releases her children to the world,” my heart acknowledges these qualities in a mother. And when she says that we all “have the ongoing obligation / to recognize and support such mothers,” I respond with the intention to nourish and cherish a mother’s dreams for her children throughout my life.
Hosur, India
It was not until much later that I was able to see how many loving hearts and supportive hands contributed to rescuing me from my despair by showing me, again and again, that I was both loved and lovable. These nurturing mother figures included my grandmothers, my favorite aunts, mothers of my friends, and a series of attentive teachers, as well as understanding uncles and, after transcending his own grief, my father.
With profound gratitude, I join Gurumayi in celebrating each of these mothering “luminaries” in my life, who blessed me with their love and compassion, their guidance and good counsel, their wisdom and understanding.
Illinois, United States
When I heard those words from my friend, I couldn’t help but think they were for me too. I understood that God wanted my great love to be distributed in the world. I have never had any regrets since. And I now understand that all of Gurumayi’s poems about mothers are meant for me too.
San Giorgio a Cremano, Italy
Mersin, Turkey
But all is well. Gurumayi’s blessings cleanse my heart. Whenever I am willing to go there, her grace lifts me into the realm of love, the realm where I can understand that we are all the reflection of the great Mother of all creation. May I use the love and power of that understanding for the good of all.
New Mexico, United States
Massachusetts, United States
She gave me life. She knew I was coming and even named me years ahead of time. She welcomed me into her life and gave me everything unreservedly. She prepared me for my journey and gave me my freedom to pursue my own dreams, to live my life apart from her. This was probably the hardest gift of all to give—yet she knew she had to let me go. She told me she knew that day would come and she couldn’t stand in my way. We shed and shared a tear that became the elixir of love that bathed our hearts and cemented us together no matter the distance, for there is none between such hearts
Peppermint Grove Beach, Australia
I was a rebellious teenager and my mother and I fought a lot. When I started following the Siddha Yoga path, my mother was critical of my having an Indian Guru. But as my practices deepened, our relationship began to heal.
Many years later, when my mother was already in her eighties, she looked at me and said, “Now I see that my prayers for you bore fruit. I see that having Gurumayi as your spiritual teacher made you the person I always knew you could be. Now I can die in peace.” My mother died a few months later.
It’s as if my mother’s utmost “job” in life was to bring me to Gurumayi. Listening to the poem, I inwardly thanked my mother for her love and told her how much I love her.
California, United States
Washington, United States
Oregon, United States
California, United States
Rome, Italy