那是三月一个撒满月光的夜晚;空气中飘着散沫花香甜的气息;我的长笛孤零零地躺在泥土中,你的花环也没有编好.

• It is the moonlight night of March; the sweet smell of henna is in the air; my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland of flowers is unfinished.