English Rendering
Her zither pierces clouds with tones divine,
Where drowned princesses haunt the misty brine.
The River God dances with futile zeal,
While exiled Chu souls choke on grief too real.
Bitter strains out-cry metal and stone,
Pure notes rise where dark stars alone.
From Cangwu mounts drifts endless woe,
White blooms breathe scent through winds that blow.
Xiao's waves bear melodies away,
Dongting's gales weep through reed beds grey.
The song ends—no form in sight,
Just jade-green peaks in fading light.