游子吟

孟郊

慈母手中线， 游子身上衣。

临行密密缝， 意恐迟迟归。

谁言寸草心， 报得三春辉。

A TRAVELLER'S SONG

Meng Jiao

The thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother

Makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy;

Carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends,

Dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.

But how much love has the inch-long grass

For three spring months of the light of the sun?