English Rendering
The moon is shining o'er the hall aglow;
Its crystal light is moving quiet and slow.
There is a lady in deep distress upstairs,
Who sighs and sighs,in deep grief and despairs.
Who is she that leads so sad a life?
The answer is,she is a rover's wife.
Since her man left home a dozen years ago,
She has been living quite alone in woe.
"You're like the dust that flies high in the air
While I'm like the mud that sinks down there.
Now that we are indeed a world apart,
When can we meet and talk heart to heart?
Oh that I be a breeze blowing south and west
That travels a long distance into your breast.
If you don't want to bare your breast to me,
On whom shall I rely and what shall I be?"