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

• 那是三月一个洒满月光的夜晚；空气是飘着散沫花香甜的气息；我的长笛孤零零地躺在泥土中，你的花串也没有编好。