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，

报得三舂晖。

Song of the Parting Son

Meng Jiao

From the threads a mother's hand weaves,

A gown for parting son is made.

Sown stitch by stitch before he leaves,

For fear his return be delayed.

Such kindness as young grass receives

From the warm sun can't be repaid.

取自《许渊冲：唐诗三百首》，如有侵权，联系删除