In plain words
If anything was left over she ate it; if not, she went without. When some days had passed like this, she grew weak. Seeing it, the son: “Mother! All this time you have reared me and looked after me. From now on you sit at home; I will go and bring the alms,” he said. From that day he went out begging. “What is this, such a small boy begging!” some said, and were angry with him; others turned from him in disgust. The boy stood in front of a house: “Mother! Hungry, hungry,” he said. The master of that house was an officer. He was sitting on the veranda reading the paper. As the boy kept saying, “Mother, I cannot bear this hunger,” pity rose in him. “My boy! I will bring you some food. Sit right here and eat,” he said. He went in, put food on a plate and brought it out. “Sir, this food is not for me; my mother needs it,” said the boy, and he tied the food up in a cloth and set off. “You said you were hungry, didn't you! Sit right here and eat. You can give your mother some later,” said the officer. “Sir, all this time my mother has brought food for me. Now her health has broken down. So first I must give it to my mother,” he said. By then the boy was utterly spent. Saying, “Mother first, Mother first …”, he fell to the ground and breathed his last. “Alas, what love this boy had for his mother!” the officer marvelled. Taking someone along to help, he went looking for this boy's mother. She was lying under a tree. How was he to tell that mother her son had died! With a servant's help he lifted the boy's body, carried it there and laid it beside her. The mother sat up: “My son! My son!” she called. Then the officer: “Mother! He died bringing this food for none but you,” he said. “Alas, now that my son himself is gone, what do I want with this food?” she said, and she too breathed her last.
As long as a mother has strength, she supports her son. Once the son has gained strength, he must support his mother.