Man, I love dropping Late Tang shit...
by Li Shangyin
The light on the pool suddenly hides behind the wall,
Mingled scents of flowers suddenly invade the room.
On the edge of the screen, powder smeared by the butterfly:
On the laquered window the yellow paint of the bee.
Push those state papers across to the clerks
There is a maid for every honest civil servant.
Let's ride abreast and hear each others poems.
What's so urgent about this business you waste your heart on?
Sadly, I don't have the Chinese version... but I guess there are several differet translations.
e.g for the OPs poem, I have:
The thread in the hand of a kind mother
Is the coat on the wanderers back
Before she left she stitched it close
In secret fear that he would be slow to return
Who will say that the inch of grass in his heart
Is gratitude enough for all the sunshine of the spring?