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.

• 那是三月一个月光如水的夜晚；空气中，飘着散沫花香甜的气息；我的长笛躺在土地上孤零零的，而你的花环也没有织完。