Not speak alone up west tower moon like sickle|
Quiet lonely wutong deep courtyard lock clear autumn
Cut not sever mind still disorder is parting sorrow
Separate is just like taste in heart head
I climb the western tower in silence, the moon like a sickle.|
Clear autumn is locked in the deep courtyard, where a wutong tree stands lonely.
Sorrowful parting has cut, but not severed our ties; my mind is still wild.
Separation is just like a taste in head and heart.