A Song of the Travelling Son

A thread in a mother's loving hand,

Makes up the clothes for her travelling son.

Knitting all her affection into every stitch,

She's worrying he'd be away for too long.

-- How could the grateful humble¹ grass

Ever repay the kindness of the generous sun?

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。