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。

      他消磨了一整天，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。

      The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.

      I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.

      The 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 floor; 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.