蜉蝣之羽，衣裳楚楚。心之忧矣，于我归处。 蜉蝣之翼，采采衣服。心之忧矣，于我归息。 蜉蝣掘阅，麻衣如雪。心之忧矣，于我归说。
The wings of the ephemera, Robes so smart and trim. The sorrow of my heart — Where shall I find a place? The wings of the ephemera, Garments so bright and gay. The sorrow of my heart — Where shall I find a rest? The ephemera bursts from the ground, Its linen garments white as snow. The sorrow of my heart — Where shall I find shelter?
彼候人兮，何戈与祋。彼其之子，三百赤芾。 维鹈在梁，不濡其翼。彼其之子，不称其服。 维鹈在梁，不濡其咮。彼其之子，不遂其媾。 荟兮蔚兮，南山朝𬯀。婉兮娈兮，季女斯饥。
That watchman at the gate — He carries a spear and a club. That man there — Three hundred wear the red knee-covers! The pelican is on the dam, Its wings are not wet. That man there — His garments do not fit him! The pelican is on the dam, Its beak is not wet. That man there — He does not attain his match! Luxuriant, luxuriant! The morning clouds on the southern hill. Soft and fair, The youngest daughter — she is hungry!
鸤鸠在桑 其子七兮 淑人君子 其仪一兮 其仪一兮 心如结兮 鸤鸠在桑 其子在梅 淑人君子 其带伊丝 其带伊丝 其弁伊骐 鸤鸠在桑 其子在棘 淑人君子 其仪不忒 其仪不忒 正是四国 鸤鸠在桑 其子在榛 淑人君子 正是国人 正是国人 胡不万年
The cuckoo is in the mulberry, Its seven young ones. The good and noble man — His demeanour is ever one. His demeanour is ever one — His heart is bound fast. The cuckoo is in the mulberry, Its young ones in the plum. The good and noble man — His girdle is of silk. His girdle is of silk — His cap has a piebald ornament. The cuckoo is in the mulberry, Its young ones in the jujube. The good and noble man — His demeanour is without fault. His demeanour is without fault — He is the model of the four quarters of the state. The cuckoo is in the mulberry, Its young ones in the hazel. The good and noble man — He is the model of the people. He is the model of the people — How should he not live ten thousand years?
洌彼下泉，浸彼苞稂。忾我寤叹，念彼周京。 洌彼下泉，浸彼苞萧。忾我寤叹，念彼京周。 洌彼下泉，浸彼苞蓍。忾我寤叹，念彼京师。 芃芃黍苗，阴雨膏之。四国有王，郇伯劳之。
Cold is the gushing spring, Watering the bushy grain. I wake and sigh, Thinking of the capital of Zhou. Cold is the gushing spring, Watering the bushy mugwort. I wake and sigh, Thinking of the capital of Zhou. Cold is the gushing spring, Watering the bushy yarrow. I wake and sigh, Thinking of the capital. Lush grows the millet shoot, The gentle rain nourishes it. The states of the realm have their king — The Earl of Xun comforts them.