我要唱的歌至今还没有唱出，

我一直在调校琴弦中度过我的时光。

时辰还没有真正到来，歌词还在酝酿，只有渴望的痛苦在我心中回荡。

花儿还未开放，掠过的仅是风的叹息。

我没有见过他的容颜，也不曾探闻他的清音；只是听到屋前小路上有他柔缓的足声。

漫长的白昼消磨在为他在地板上铺设座席，但灯盏还未点燃，我不能邀他进屋。

我生活在和他相会的希望当中，但这相会还没有来临。

英文原文：
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.

I have spent my days in stringing and 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.