然而，我不会喝酒，
连一张做样子的琴也无有。

无有桐木，
无有弓藤，
无有马尾，
无有象牙一般熟透了的拨子，
无有琥珀一般凝固着的松油。

不会，不会，不会，
无有，无有，无有。

尽管我略懂一点点音律，
并且积蓄了不止一点点忧愁。

我不是陶渊明啊，
不曾在门前栽下五株柳。

我不是陶渊明啊，
也误了抚琴的时候。

Stringless Harp

Yuanming  Tao  didn't know music,but he kept a stringless harp.
When he was a bit high with liquor,he played the harp to express
his feelings. ——Xiao Tong: On Tao Yuanming

However, I never drink liquor.
And I do not even have a thing that can be called a harp.

I have neither tung wood,
Nor rattan bow,
Neither horse tail,
Nor ivory-like and weathered plectrum
Nor amber-like rosin.

No, no, no,
Never, never, never.

Though I know a little about music,
I have stored up not a little of worry.

I am not  Yuanming  Tao.
And I didn't plant five willows in front of the gate.

I am not  Yuanming  Tao,
So I miss the chance of playing the harp.