In plain words
When you came forth from the mother's womb, no necklaces of any kind were to be seen; of fine pearl strings there was not one, even to show; no chain of the purest gold about the neck; no necklaces of gems, glowing bright; no emeralds, no rubies inlaid; no necklaces of diamonds in their splendour; no hessonites for company. There is, there is one garland on your neck: of all that you have done, each deed counted one by one, be it good or be it bad, with none broken off, Brahmā gives you and sends you forth with a heavy garland, a necklace strung of all the karmas.
Embodiments of Prema! In this world a mother's love is higher than the love of all relatives and friends; it matters most of all. That is why we call our own country the ‘motherland’. The land of Bhārata is like a mother to us. In this sacred land, from time without beginning, divine powers of many kinds have been growing. The power that is in a mother is in no one else. A mother's resolve is a resolve as hard as diamond.