梳洗罢，独依望江楼。过尽千帆都不是，斜晖脉脉水悠悠，肠断白苹洲。

With her hair washed and combed,

She herself looks at the river from the second story.

So many sailboats already passed,

She sees no sign of her lover’s homecoming glory.

The sunrays cast a slanting lukewarm glow,

The broad river is still in its continuous flow.

The island is covered with white flowers in bloom.

Each and all are displayed in their utter gloom.