Classic Poem

To distant service my heart is well accustomed;
When I left home, it wasn't that which was difficult
But because I had to leave Kuei at home —
For this it was that tears filled my eyes.
Little boys ought to be daintily fed:
Mrs. Ts'ao, please see to this!
That's why I've packed and sent a silver spoon,
You will think of me and eat up your food nicely!