杳杳寒山道，落落冷涧滨。

Deep, shady, the Cold Mountain trail;

啾啾常有鸟，寂寂更无人。

Bleak, chilly, the brink of a ravine.

淅淅风吹面，纷纷雪积身。

Cheep, chirp, the birds are often heard.

朝朝不见日，岁岁不知春。

Peace, silence, others won’t be seen.

Whistle, rustle, the winds rub my face;

Flitter, flutter, I’m in the snow’s embrace.

Morn after morn, the sun always hides.

Year after year, I’ve unknown spring’s trace.