My song has put off her adornments. She has no pride of dress and decoration. Ornaments would mar our union; they would come between thee and me;their jingling would drown thy whispers.
我的歌曲已卸去她的悠扬。她没有了衣饰的骄奢。妆饰会阻碍我们的融合;它们会横阻在你我之间,它们叮铃铃的响声会淹没你的低语。
My poet's vanity dies in shame before thy sight. O master poet, I have sat down at thy feet. Only let me make my life simple and straight, like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music.
我诗人的虚荣在你面前羞惭地退去。啊,诗者之师,我已坐在你的脚前。就让我把生命变得单纯而正直,像一支芦笛,用你的音乐来充满。
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