Pure of heart and therefore hungry,
běn yǐ gāo nán bǎo ,
All night long you have sung in vain –
tú láo hèn fèi shēng 。
Oh, this final broken indrawn breath
wǔ gèng shū yù duàn ,
Among the green indifferent trees!
yī shù bì wú qíng 。
Yes, I have gone like a piece of driftwood,
báo huàn gěng yóu fàn ,
I have let my garden fill with weeds....
gù yuán wú yǐ píng 。
I bless you for your true advice
fán jūn zuì xiāng jǐng ,
To live as pure a life as yours.
wǒ yì jǔ jiā qīng 。

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