慈母手中線,遊子身上衣; 臨行密密縫,意恐遲遲歸。 誰言寸草心, 報得三春輝? The…

慈母手中線,遊子身上衣;
臨行密密縫,意恐遲遲歸。
誰言寸草心, 報得三春輝?

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?