征夫怀往路，
起视夜何其。
Off and on its gaze will backward stray. When a Tartar horse has gone awry,
参辰皆已没，
去去从此辞。
For its companions it will always cry. Like two dragons soaring to the sky,
行役在战场，
相见未有期。
On wide diverging pathways we shall fly. The stringed music will serve as a pain relief,
握手一长叹，
泪为生别滋。
To rid ourselves of the heartbreaking grief. When I play the Wanderer's Melody first;
努力爱春华，
莫忘欢乐时。
From me woe and sorrow strongly burst! The music seems to utter sighs suppressed,
生当复来归，
死当长相思。
In sobbing cries and remorse depressed. The stirring strains go on to pour and roar,
黄鹄一远别，
Filling us with grievous woes of yore.