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.