Natural demeanor warm and soft,
Winsome face demure.
When we chance to meet, her sidelong glances encourage me,
Kindling the pangs of my lovesickness.

Matchmaker bees and go-between butterflies fail to coax her:
Swallows or orioles can't do as they please.
Just like a sprig of red almond blossoms peeping over a wall
She lies beyond the reach of plucking hand.
How I feel, in vain, that for those blossoms' sake the wind
and rain bear shame!