游子吟 孟郊

慈母手中线， The thread in mother’s hand,
游子身上衣。 For the cloth on her loafer.
临行密密缝， Needle by needle she mend thoroughly,
意恐迟迟归。 Dreading he will delay the return again and again.
谁言寸草心， Who knows that how inch-long grass
报得三春晖。 Can requite the light of the sun in the spring?