A Poem By A Leaving Son— by Meng Jiao
孟郊《游子吟》
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 晖。
A Traveller’s Song
By Meng Jiao
Translated by Liu Jianxun
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?
孟郊《游子吟》
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 晖。
A Traveller’s Song
By Meng Jiao
Translated by Liu Jianxun
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?
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