From whose home does the jade flute’s notes come, flying through the dark,
scattering into the spring wind, echoing Luoyang full?
Heard within this night’s melody is the snap of branches;
in who are the nostalgic feelings of home not aroused?

Original Text
谁家玉笛暗飞声，散入春风满洛城。
此夜曲中闻折柳，何人不起故园情。