起坐弹鸣琴。
薄帷鉴明月，
I get up from the bed and play the lute. Through the curtains comes the bright moonlight;
清风吹我襟。
孤鸿号外野，
The gentle breeze is blowing at my suit. In the wilderness shrieks the solitary swan;
翔鸟鸣北林。
徘徊将何见？
In the northern woods screams the circling bird. What do I see while I pace on and on?
忧思独伤心。
Alone I’m sad for what I saw and heard.