I smiled and watched you play with that short broken branch. I watched you play with that broken branch with a smile.
I am busy with the accounts, adding up the figures hour by hour. I'm busy calculating accounts, adding figures hour by hour.
Maybe you glanced at me and thought, "What a stupid game! It ruined your morning!" Maybe you are looking at me and thinking: this boring game wasted your good time all morning!
Son, I have forgotten to indulge in the art of sticks and mud cakes. Boy, I forgot how to concentrate on playing with branches and mud cakes.
I look for expensive toys and collect gold and silver lamps. I look for expensive toys and collect gold and silver.
With the game you found to create your happiness, I spent my time and strength on things I was never shy about. You, whatever you find, play your happy game. As for me, I waste my time and energy on what I will never get.
In my fragile canoe, I struggled across the sea of desire and pretended that I was playing games. I struggled to sail my thin wooden boat across the sea of desire and forgot that I was playing games there.
The judge can say whatever you want about him, but I know my child's failure. Say whatever you want about him, but I know my child's shortcomings.
I love him not because he is good, but because he is my child. I love him not because he is good, but because he is my child.
How do you know how cute he is when you try to weigh his advantages and disadvantages? If you weigh his advantages and disadvantages, I'm afraid you'll know how cute he is.
When I have to punish him, he becomes more and more a part of my life. When I had to punish him, he had become a part of my life.
When I made him cry, my heart cried with him. When I made him cry, my heart cried.
Only I have the right to blame and punish, because he will only punish those who love him. Only I have the right to scold him and punish him, because only those who love others can punish others.
Why are these teachers in your eyes, my child? My child, why are there tears in your eyes?
They always scold you for no reason, how terrible! They are really terrible and often blame you unnecessarily!
You stained your fingers and face with ink when you wrote-is that why they said you were dirty? Ink stains hands and face when writing? Is that why they call you dirty?
Oh, bah! Do they dare to say that the full moon is dirty because it stained its face with ink? Oh, bah! Do they dare to say that the round moon is dirty because she painted her face with ink?
They blame you for every little thing, my child. They are always ready to find fault for no reason. They always blame you for every little thing, my child. They are always looking for unnecessary mistakes.
You tore your clothes while playing-is that why they say you are untidy? Do you tear your clothes while playing games? That's why they call you untidy.
Oh, bah! What do they call it on an autumn morning when they smile through jagged clouds? Oh, bah! In the autumn morning, smile from its broken cloud clothes. So, what are they going to call it?
Never mind what they say to you, my child. Whatever they say to you, you can ignore him, my child.
Never mind what they say to you, my child. They gave a long description of what you did wrong.
They made a long list of your misdeeds. Everyone knows that you like sweets. Is that why they say you are greedy? Everyone knows that you like candy very much? Is that why they say you are greedy?
Oh, bah! What will they call us who love you? Oh, bah! We like you, so what do they want to call us?