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.

我要唱的歌，直到今天還沒有唱出．

每天我總在樂器上調理弦索．

時間還沒有到來，歌詞也未曾填好：只有願望的痛苦在我心中．

花蕊還未開放；只有風從旁嘆息走過．

我沒有看見過他的臉，也沒有聽見過他的聲音；我只聽見他輕躡的足音，從我房前路上走過．

悠長的一天消磨在為他在地上鋪設座位；但是燈火還未點上，我不能請他進來．

我生活在和他相會的希望中，但這相會的日子還沒有到來．