Don't trim the candle of love by the West window!
I am sleepless, listening to the clock ticking till midnight.
The Mount Ba is so far away, yet even farther is the swallow's shadow,
The River Shu is crystal clear, and the moonlight too is clear and bright.
Traveling South to the City of Zi, I am searching for my hidden dreams,
Gazing East towards the River Xing, I recall the City of Emerald Light.
Hearing the painted zither from that pavilion in the mist,
Full of tears, who is playing my hometown's music tonight?