Make my life more sacred, make my life more pious.
I shed your tears of pain and stretched out your rod of discipline.
I don't know how to turn around if I am afraid of being light, but I am disheartened if I am afraid of being heavy.
Those loving hands lead me to the right path.
Kiss your father's disciplined hand, and the temperature of loving me will not drop.
Touch your father's staff, and you will find that your father's love for you is as severe as a mountain.
I didn't let my son go astray, full of tears and deep debts.
Although the whip hurts, the heart is safe, and the discipline is bitter and sweet.
I don't know how to turn around if I am afraid of being light, but I am disheartened if I am afraid of being heavy.
Those loving hands lead me to the right path.
Kiss your father's disciplined hand, and the temperature of loving me will not drop.
Touch your father's staff, and you will find that your father's love for you is as severe as a mountain.
I didn't let my son go astray, full of tears and deep debts.
Although the whip hurts, the heart is safe, and the discipline is bitter and sweet.
Although disciplined, there is sweetness in bitterness.