bǐ shǔ lí lí， bǐ jì zhī miáo。 xíngmàimǐmǐ， zhōng xīn yáo yáo。
　　 zhī wǒ zhě， wèi wǒ xīn yōu； bù zhī wǒ zhě， wèi wǒ hé qiú。 yōu yōu cāng tiān， cǐ hé rén zāi？
　　 bǐ shǔ lí lí， bǐ jì zhī suì。 xíngmàimǐmǐ， zhōng xīn rú zuì。
　　 zhī wǒ zhě， wèi wǒ xīn yōu； bù zhī wǒ zhě， wèi wǒ hé qiú。 yōu yōu cāng tiān， cǐ hé rén zāi？
　　 bǐ shǔ lí lí， bǐ jì zhī shí。 xíngmàimǐmǐ， zhōng xīn rú shā。
　　 zhī wǒ zhě， wèi wǒ xīn yōu； bù zhī wǒ zhě， wèi wǒ hé qiú。 yōu yōu cāng tiān， cǐ hé rén zāi？

　　There was the millet with its drooping heads;
　　There was the sacrificial millet into blade.
　　Slowly I moved about,
　　In my heart all-agitated.
　　Those who knew me,
　　Said I was sad at heart.
　　Those who did not know me,
　　Said I was seeking for something.
　　O distant and azure Heaven!
　　By what man was this [brought about]?
　　
　　There was the millet with its drooping heads;
　　There was the sacrificial millet in the ear.
　　Slowly I moved about,
　　My heart intoxicated, as it were, [with grief].
　　Those who knew me,
　　Said I was sad at heart.
　　Those who did not know me,
　　Said I was seeking for something.
　　O thou distant and azure Heaven!
　　By what man was this [brought about]?
　　
　　There was the millet with its drooping heads;
　　There was the sacrificial millet in grain.
　　Slowly I moved about,
　　As if there were a stoppage at my heart.
　　Those who knew me,
　　Said I was sad at heart.
　　Those who did not know me,
　　Said I was seeking for something.
　　O thou distant and azure Heaven!
　　By what man was this [brought about]?

　　jūn zǐ yú yì， bù zhī qí qī。 hé zhì zāi？ jī qī yú shí。 rì zhī xī yǐ， yáng niú xià lái。
　　 jūn zǐ yú yì， rú zhī hé wù sī！
　　
　　 jūn zǐ yú yì， bù rì bù yuè。 hé qí yòu huó？ jī qī yú jié。 rì zhī xī yǐ， yáng niú xià kuò。
　　 jūn zǐ yú yì， gǒu wú jī kě？

　　My husband is away on service,
　　And I know not when he will return.
　　Where is he now?
　　The fowls roost in their holes in the walls;
　　And in the evening of the day,
　　The goats and cows come down [from the hill];
　　But my husband is away on service.
　　How can I but keep thinking of him?
　　
　　My husband is away on service,
　　Not for days [merely] or for months.
　　When will he come back to me?
　　The fowls roost on their perches;
　　And in the evening of the day,
　　The goats and cows come down down and home;
　　But my husband is away on service.
　　Oh if he be but kept from hunger and thirst!

　　jūn zǐ yáng yáng， zuǒ zhí huáng， yòu zhāo wǒ yóu fáng， qí lè zhǐ qiě！
　　 jūn zǐ táo táo， zuǒ zhí dào， yòu zhāo wǒ yóu 'áo， qí lè zhǐ qiě！

　　My husband looks full of satisfaction.
　　In his left hand he holds his reed-organ,
　　And with his right he calls me to the room.
　　Oh the joy!
　　
　　My husband looks delighted.
　　In his left hand he holds his screen of feathers,
　　And with his right he calls me to the stage.
　　Oh the joy!

　　yáng zhī shuǐ， bù liú shù xīn。 bǐ qí zhī zǐ， bù yǔ wǒ shù shēn。 huái zāi huái zāi， hé yuè yú hái guī zāi
　　 yáng zhī shuǐ， bù liú shù chǔ。 bǐ qí zhī zǐ， bù yǔ wǒ shù fǔ。 huái zāi huái zāi， hé yuè yú hái guī zāi！
　　 yáng zhī shuǐ， bù liú shù pú。 bǐ qí zhī zǐ， bù yǔ wǒ shù xǔ。 huái zāi huái zāi， hé yuè yú hái guī zāi！

　　The fretted waters,
　　Do not carry on their current a bundle of firewood!
　　Those, the members of our families,
　　Are not with us here guarding Shen.
　　How we think of them! How we think of them!
　　What month shall we return home?
　　
　　The fretted waters,
　　Do not carry on their current a bundle of thorns!
　　Those, the members of our families,
　　Are not with us here guarding Pu.
　　How we think of them! How we think of them!
　　What month shall we return?
　　
　　The fretted waters,
　　Do not carry on their current a bundle of osiers!
　　Those, the members of our families,
　　Are not with us here guarding Xu.
　　How we think of them! How we think of them!
　　What month shall we return?

　　zhōng gǔ yòu tuī， qí gān yǐ。 yòu nǚ pǐ lí， kǎi qí yǐ。 kǎi qí yǐ， yù rén zhī jiān nán yǐ。
　　 zhōng gǔ yòu tuī， qí xiū yǐ。 yòu nǚ pǐ lí， tiáo qí xiào yǐ。 tiáo qí xiào yǐ， yù rén zhī bù shū yǐ。
　　 zhōng gǔ yòu tuī， qí shī yǐ。 yòu nǚ pǐ lí， chuò qí qì yǐ。 chuò qí qì yǐ， hé jiē jí yǐ。

　　In the valleys grows the mother-wort,
　　But scorched is it in the drier places.
　　There is a woman forced to leave her husband;
　　Sadly she sighs!
　　Sadly she sighs!
　　She suffers from his hard lot.
　　
　　In the valleys grows the mother-wort,
　　But scorched is it where it had become long.
　　There is a woman forced to leave her husband;
　　Long-drawn are her groanings!
　　Long-drawn are her groanings!
　　She suffers from his misfortune.
　　
　　In the valleys grows the mother-wort,
　　But scorched is it even in the moist places.
　　There is a woman forced to leave her husband;
　　Ever flow her tears!
　　Ever flow her tears!
　　But of what avail is her lament?

　　yòu tù yuán yuán， zhì lí yú luó。 wǒ shēng zhī chū， shàng wú wèi； wǒ shēng zhī hòu， féng cǐ bǎi lí。 shàng mèi wú 'é。
　　 yòu tù yuán yuán， zhì lí yú fú。 wǒ shēng zhī chū， shàng wú zào； wǒ shēng zhī hòu， féng cǐ bǎi yōu。 shàng mèi wú jué。
　　 yòu tù yuán yuán， zhì lí yú chōng。 wǒ shēng zhī chū， shàng wú yōng； wǒ shēng zhī hòu， féng cǐ bǎi xiōng。 shàng mèi wú cōng。

　　The hare is slow and cautious;
　　The pheasant plumps into the net.
　　In the early part of my life,
　　Time still passed without commotion.
　　In the subsequent part of it,
　　We are meeting with all these evils.
　　I wish I might sleep and never move more.
　　
　　The hare is slow and cautious;
　　The pheasant plumps into the snare.
　　In the early part of my life,
　　Time still passed without anything stirring.
　　In the subsequent part of it,
　　We are meeting with all these sorrows.
　　I wish I might sleep and never move more.
　　
　　The hare is slow and cautious;
　　The pheasant plumps into the trap.
　　In the early part of my life,
　　Time still passed without any call for our services.
　　In the subsequent part of it,
　　We are meeting with all these miseries.
　　I would that I might sleep, and hear of nothing more.

　　mián mián gé lěi， zài hé zhī hǔ。 zhōng yuǎn xiōng dì， wèi tā rén fù。 wèi tā rén fù， yì mò wǒ gù！
　　 mián mián gé yuán， zài hé zhī lěi。 zhōng yuǎn xiōng dì， wèi tā rén mǔ。 wèi tā rén mǔ， yì mò wǒ yòu！
　　 mián mián gé lěi， zài hé zhī chún。 zhōng yuǎn xiōng dì， wèi tā rén kūn。 wèi tā rén kūn， yì mò wǒ wén！

　　Thickly they spread about, the dolichos creepers,
　　On the borders of the He.
　　For ever separated from my brothers,
　　I call a stranger father.
　　I call a stranger father,
　　But he will not look at me.
　　
　　Thickly they spread about, the dolichos creepers,
　　On the banks of the He.
　　For ever separated from my brothers,
　　I call a stranger mother.
　　I call a stranger mother,
　　But she will not recognize me.
　　
　　Thickly they spread about, the dolichos creepers,
　　On the lips of the He.
　　For ever separated from my brothers,
　　I call a stranger elder-brother.
　　I call a stranger elder-brother,
　　But he will not listen to me.

　　bǐ cǎi gé xī， yī rì bù jiàn， rú sān yuè xī！
　　 bǐ cǎi xiāo xī， yī rì bù jiàn， rú sān qiū xī！
　　 bǐ cǎi 'ài xī！ yī rì bù jiàn， rú sān suì xī！

　　There he is gathering the dolichos!
　　A day without seeing him,
　　Is like three months!
　　
　　There he is gathering the oxtail-southern-wood!
　　A day without seeing him,
　　Is like three seasons!
　　
　　There he is gathering the mugwort!
　　A day without seeing him,
　　Is like three years!
　　
　　
　　Another version:
　　It Seems Like Years
　　Translated by ?
　　
　　Oh, he is plucking cloth-creeper...
　　For a single day I have not seen him...
　　It seems like three months!
　　
　　Oh, he is plucking southenwood...
　　For a single day I have not seen him...
　　It seems like three autumns!
　　
　　Oh, he is plucking mugwort...
　　For a single day I have not seen him...
　　It seems like three years!

　　dà chē jiàn jiàn， cuì yī rú tǎn。 qǐ bù 'ěr sī？ wèi zǐ bù gǎn。
　　 dà chē zhūn 々， cuì yī rú mén， qǐ bù 'ěr sī？ wèi zǐ bù bēn。
　　 gǔ zé yì shì， sǐ zé tóng xué。 wèi yú bù xìn， yòu rú jiǎo rì。

　　His great carriage rumbles along,
　　And his robes of rank glitter like the young sedge.
　　Do I not think of you?
　　But I am afraid of this officer, and dare not.
　　
　　His great carriage moves heavily and slowly,
　　And his robes of rank glitter like a carnation-gem.
　　Do I not think of you?
　　But I am afraid of this officer, and do not rush to you.
　　
　　While living, we may have to occupy different apartments;
　　But when dead, we shall share the same grave.
　　If you say that I am not sincere,
　　By the bright sun I swear that I am.

　　qiū zhōng yòu má， bǐ liú zǐ jiē。 bǐ liú zǐ jiē， jiāng qí lái shī shī。
　　 qiū zhōng yòu mài， bǐ liú zǐ guó。 bǐ liú zǐ guó， jiāng qí lái shí。
　　 qiū zhōng yòu lǐ， bǐ liú zhī zǐ。 bǐ liú zhī zǐ， yí wǒ pèi jiǔ。

　　On the mound where is the hemp,
　　Some one is detaining Zijie.
　　Some one is there detaining Zijie; --
　　Would that he would come jauntily [to me]!
　　
　　On the mound where is the wheat,
　　Some one is detaining Ziguo.
　　Some one is there detaining Ziguo; --
　　Would that he would come and eat with me!
　　
　　On the mound where are the plum trees,
　　Some one is detaining those youths.
　　Some one is there detaining those youths; --
　　They will give me Jiu-stones for my girdle.