Analysis of To Mother

In the old Strauss waltz for the first time
    We had listened to your quiet call,
    Since then all the living things are alien
    And the knocking of the clock consoles.

We, like you, are gladly greeting sunsets,
    And are drunk on nearness of the end.
    All, with which on better nights we're wealthy
    Is put in the hearts by your own hand.

Bowing to a child's dreams with no tire.
    (Only crescent looked in them indeed
    Without you)! You have led your kids past
    Bitter lifetime of the thoughts and deeds.

From the early age the sad one's close to us,
    Laughter bores and home we left behind..
    Our ship not in good times left the harbor
    And it sails by will of every wind!

Azure isle of childhood is paling,
    On the deck of ship we stand alone.
    It appears, oh mother, to your daughters
    You've left an inheritance of woe.