shā chuāng rì luò jiàn huáng hūn,
jīn wū wú rén jiàn lèi hén。
jì mò kōng tíng chūn yù wǎn,
lí huā mǎn dì bù kāi mén。
With twilight passing her silken window,
She weeps alone in her chamber of gold
For spring is departing from a desolate garden,
And a drift of pear-petals is closing a door.