My family is in the land of Deng, a match for Handan's famed beauties.
Our lineage is rich in silks and satins, I was cherished like a bright pearl.
At fifteen, I learned to weave and sew, never venturing beyond the door.
At sixteen, I lost my destined path, my name became the talk of the town.
At seventeen, skilled in song and dance, the governor invited me to feast.
Since then, my name entered the Music Bureau, unlike the chaste Luo Fu.
Warmth and coolness swiftly passed, I often met court officials.
Joy without deep affection, how different from a chance street encounter?
Yesterday I saw you, sir, your gaze unwavering and true.
Our love grew firm from that moment, even a brief parting feels like estrangement.
How could you then take office, embarking on a journey of a thousand miles?
You ride a dappled steed, I mount a snow-white colt.
I see you off, yet you do not hasten; we part, and I remain alone.
We are less than fish in water, swimming in pairs among green rushes.
We are less than geese in clouds, descending together to the calm lake.
Even fish and birds have companions, with whom shall I now dwell?
You go, promising to return by spring, all day I grieve the sun's slow course.
My heart longs for apricot blossoms, and soon I yearn for plum flowers.
When will the plum blossoms bloom? I count by tapping the railing.
If the east wind sees you, sir, may it sing the 'Song of Golden Thread' anew.