In your lamb's fur you saunter about;
　　In your fox's fur you hold your court.
　　How should I not think anxiously about you?
　　My toiled heart is full of grief.
　　
　　In your lamb's fur you wander aimlessly about;
　　In your fox's fur you appear in your hall.
　　How should I not think anxiously about you?
　　My heart is wounded with sorrow.
　　
　　Your lamb's fur, as if covered with ointment;
　　Glistens when the sun comes forth.
　　How should I not think anxiously about you?
　　To the core of my heart I am grieved.

　　If I could but see the white cap,
　　And the earnest mourner worn to leanness! --
　　My toiled heart is worn with grief!
　　
　　If I could but see the white [lower] dress! --
　　My heart is wounded with sadness!
　　I should be inclined to go and live with the wearer!
　　
　　If I could but see the white knee-covers! --
　　Sorrow is knotted in my heart!
　　I should almost feel as of one soul with the wearer!

　　In the low wet grouds is the carambola tree;
　　Soft and pliant are its branches,
　　With the glossiness of tender beauty.
　　I should rejoice to be like you, [O tree], without consciousness.
　　
　　In the low, damp grounds is the carambola tree;
　　Soft and delicate are its flowers,
　　With the glossiness of its tender beauty.
　　I should rejoice to be like you, [O tree], without a family.
　　
　　In the low, damp grounds is the carambola tree;
　　Soft and delicate is its fruit,
　　With the glossiness of its tender beauty.
　　I should rejoice to be like you, [O tree], without a household.

　　Not for the violence of the wind;
　　Not for a rushing motion of a chariot; --
　　But when I look to the road to Zhou,
　　Am I pained to the core of my heart.
　　
　　Not for the whirlwind;
　　Not for the irregular motion of a chariot; --
　　But when I look to the road to Zhou,
　　Am I sad to the core of my heart.
　　
　　Who can cook fish?
　　I will wash his boilers for him.
　　Who will loyally go to the west?
　　I will cheer him with good words.