Alone I pine. Where is the one I desire?
Man's life is like the morning dew
Through boundless space I cleave to my severed land,
With tender passion I remember the way we were.
Your love pursues me even here,
And my heart looks homeward to you.
Our bodies parted cannot touch,
Our souls embrace midway.

Don't you see the hilltop pine?
In dead of winter it never changes from old
Don't you see the cypress in the glen?
In year end chill it keeps the same appearance.
Don't say I sought this separation,
From far away the bonds of love grow firmer.