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到来． |
