The world calls you a king, with a chivalrous spirit;
You are a king, you are loyal, respectful and diligent;
History calls you the king, the wise leader of all generations;
I call you your concubine, and I cannot take you as a concubine. . .
He is affectionate and promises life and death;
You are sentimental, but you have never said a word;
There is love there, mountains and rivers are endless;
I have feelings for you, who can tell me? . .