Te song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
Te time has not come true,the words have not been rightly set;only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened;only the wind is sighing by.
I have not seen his face,nor have I listened to his voice;only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.
The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the foor;but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.
I live in the hope of meeting with him;but this meeting is not yet.
我要唱的歌，直到今天还没有唱出。
每天我总在乐器上调理弦索。
时间还没有到来，歌词也未曾填好；只有愿望的痛苦在我心中。
花蕊还未开放；只有风从旁叹息走过。
我没有看见过他的脸，也没有听见过他的声音；我只听见他轻蹑的足音，从我房前路上走过。
悠长的一天消磨在为他在地上铺设座位；但是灯火还未点上，我不能请他进来。
我生活在和他相会的希望中，但这相会的日子还没有来到。