Thinking of the fair maiden, I weep and stand gazing longingly. The matchmaker is cut off and the path blocked; words cannot be tied together to convey my message. My sincere grievances are entangled, stuck and unable to be expressed. I declare my heartfelt emotions at dawn, yet my aspirations remain stifled and unattained. I wish to entrust my words to drifting clouds, but encounter Fenglong who will not carry them. Through returning birds I send my message, yet they fly swiftly and high, hard to intercept. The divine power of Gaoxin was mighty; he encountered the black bird and thus delivered his message. I wish to change my conduct to follow vulgar ways, but I am ashamed to alter my original resolve and bend my will. Alone through the years enduring sorrow, still my loyal heart remains unchanged. Rather endure hardship and live a long life, how can one change or alter this! Knowing that the previous course did not succeed, I have still not changed my resolve. The carriage has overturned and the horse stumbled; yet alone I hold to this different path. I restrain my Qiji steed for a new journey, as Caofu drives it for me. Move slowly and do not urge on; I'll take time to await the right moment. Pointing toward the western bend of Bohong, I set my appointment with Xuhuang. The spring begins the year; the bright sun rises slowly and leisurely. I will cleanse my mind and find joy, following the rivers of Jiangxia to dispel my sorrows. I gather fragrant orchids from the great marshes, and pluck night-blooming herbs from Longzhou. Alas, I regret not living in the days of our ancestors; with whom shall I now enjoy these fragrant herbs? I untie the flat-leafed herbs and mixed vegetables, preparing them as charms to wear. The ornaments are colorful and swirling, yet they wither away and become separated. I will wander leisurely to ease my sorrow, observing the changing ways of people in the south. Secret joy resides in my heart; I raise my spirit and wait not for others. Fragrance and moisture blend together, yet the sweet bloom arises from within. They flourish densely in distant fields, filling the heart and spreading outward. Feelings and integrity are trustworthy to preserve; though hidden, their reputation shines forth. I command the bignonia vine to serve as a guide, yet fear lifting my feet and climbing trees. Using the lotus as an intermediary, I dread raising my hem and wetting my feet. To ascend high is not to my liking; to descend low is beyond my ability. Indeed, my body resists the change, yet I linger in hesitation and doubt. I continue with my previous plan; still, I have not changed this course. Fate has placed me in seclusion; I shall rest, hoping to do so before the bright day turns dusk. Alone and lonely I journey southward, thinking of Pengxian's old ways.
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